Killing Beauty

Author's note: threesome warning!
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As'pa was positioned so he could see his sister clearly, but he could not see the elf, who had quit moving. He hated waiting games. Deciding to up the ante, he sent an arrow flying at Ashva, the iron tip slicing the skin of her throat at it hit the tree. Not fatal, but unbelieveably bloody. Still no sign of the elf. Where was he?

Looking around, listening intently to the growing sounds of night, As'pa ducked back deeper into the thicket. Where was he? It would be difficult for the elf to draw his bow with so much brush around, but he had a sword that was made for clearing things out of his way. Fearing that maybe Haldir was circling behind him, he gazed up the ridge and decided to climb higher. He heard the bow groan and rolled away a heart beat before the arrow met its mark. Haldir was below him. Sending his own arrow into the brush, he was disappointed to hear it hit wood and not flesh. "Damn!" he cursed softly and moved away before Haldir was able to locae him again.

Ashva, feeling dizzy, leaned her head against the tree and waited. Haldir was not rising to the bait, which she was thankful for, but at the same time was afraid that she was going to die before he freed her. There was so much blood on her breast, she was certain that As'pa's shot had done more than nick her skin. It burned terribly.


Haldir could see that Ashva was getting weaker. He needed to act now, and it was imperitive that he acted quickly. Easing through the trees towards her, he concentrated on what he could hear, like the faint sound of bending wood, the bending of a bow. Reacting without thinking, he fired at the sound and heard wood strike flesh. Rushing up the ridge towards it, certain he had hit his assailant, he found nothing except the pressed grass where he waited and blood mixed with rain and fog.

"Ashva!" he hissed and ran back. The man was standing over her with a sword in hand, blood dripping from a wound in the leg. He recognized the hated face of the one who had attacked him.

Ashva, her mind now in a fog, watched As'pa draw his sword and spin. How could he do that? He was injured. Then he was meeting swords with Haldir, and for a moment before she slipped into darkness, she could not help but think how beautiful they both were, opposites sides of the same coin.

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Ashva awoke to sunlight and a bandage encircling her throat. Valiel was looking down at her, a serious look on her exquisite face. Her resemblance to Galadriel was remarkable. "How long have I been out?" she asked and gingerly touched her neck.

"Two days we have waited for you to wake up," the elven princess answered, not unkindly.

"What about As'pa?" she asked and tried to sit up.

"Was that his name?" Haldir asked and squatted beside her to check on the bandage. "Who was he?"

"My brother," Ashva answered as he gently unwrapped the bandage and examined the arrow wound. " I take it he is no longer a part of this world?" She winced as the clothed seperated from the scab.

"I can show you his grave if you like," Haldir answered, content that she would be able to travel the following day.

"No, I do not think that is neccessary," she replied with a touch of sorrow in her voice. If As'pa had always been wicked, she might have not felt anything now that he was gone. Mother had trained him well.

That night in the camp, lying close to the fire with her cloak beneath her head, she stared up through the trees at the occassional flash of starlight piercing the dark crowns of the swaying trees. When she dared, she looked at him. He had saved her life, and for that she was grateful, but the heavy wound in her heart had not healed. To be so close to him knowing that he hated her was a torment worse than the wound in her neck. She did not notice the tear slide down her face until a faint breeze chilled it. Impatient with her own emotions, she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

"Are you all right?" Valiel asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Does your wound hurt?"

"Yes," Ashva lied and glanced at Haldir who was studying her with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"To which are you responding?" he asked, a touch of humor in his voice.

Ashva smiled. "I think I'm all right," she answered, grateful for the kindness she saw in his beautiful eyes. She wanted to ask him if he had forgiven her, but the words were too personal to give voice to in front of others. Maybe?

Late, the glow now only of red embers. Ashva awoke to soft words and realized that Valiel was speaking with Haldir. They were words of enticement, words of desire; she easily recognized and understood them. But Haldir politely resisted. Ashva smiled and wondered how difficult it was for him to resist the ellyth's considerable charms. She was certainly old enough, and she seemed to know more than Ashva had first believed.

"Please, my lady," Haldir argued softly, "this would be most improper."

AShva could hear the pout in Valiel's voice when she said, "I have heard you do not let obsticles come between you and what you want." This was actually too good to miss. Ashva rolled over in a pretense of sleep with only enough of her lashes parted to witness the seduction. Poor Haldir so valiently trying to ignore the hand on his thigh. Ever thoughtful of his own hide, he removed the hand, kissed it respectfully and returned it to her. He then made his own bed with his cloak for a blanket leaving the princess with her own unsatisfied passions. The look she gave his now hidden body was priceless. The princess meant to bed the reluctant Marchwarden. Amused by it all, Ashva relaxed and went back to sleep.
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Ashva was actually relieved when they started on the down hill side of Kirksten Pass. In less than a week they would be back at the Wolf's Lair and real bed. And something else remarkable happened. Haldir forgave her. Nothing special happened, no wild passions or unbridled lust, just a kiss that melted her flesh and made her blood boil. He so throughly worked over her lips, she thought she would never be able to tolerate another's mouth on hers. When he released her to continue gathering firewood, she saw mischief in his eyes and knew that he was also thnking of a bed in Wolf's Lair.

Etta was sitting on the porch of the inn when she spotted them riding in with another woman. It took her a moment to realize that the woman was an elf. "Ashva!" she called to her friend.

AShva trotted up to her friend and drew rein. Swinging off the horse, she hugged her oldest female friend and asked, "Di I still have my room, or has a lady arrived?"

"It would appear the lady is with you," Etta answered.

"True," Ashva said as Haldir and Valiel reined in beside her and dismounted. "I suppose I ought to properly introduce my friend, Haldir and Lady Valiel."

"Now that is your right name this time?" Etta asked the tall elf.

"It is," he graciously admitted.

Etta smiled. "Well then, come on in and let Mug buy you a drink," she said and headed towards the door.

AShva felt at home among the hunters and trappers of Wolf's Lair and was pleased that Haldir did not have to hide in shadows this time. And he was trying to be hospitable inspite of their unwashed appearances and deplorable smells. Lady Valiel tolerated it awhile and then asked for her room. Ashva reluctantly offered her The Room and agreed to show her the way upstairs to it. she and Haldir would find some other place nice and warm to become reaquainted. She could see that much in his eyes.

"This is it, my lady," Ashva said after making a quick cursory check. Didn't want the princess to think bad thoughts about her friends.

She looked around, accepting it as the best she would probably find in the wilderness. Seeing that Ashva was about to leave, she said, "Wait, please." Ashva stopped. "Please close the door. I would like to speak with you." Ashva closed the door. "I have seen looks pass between you and the Marchwarden. It is your intention to comfort him?"

Ashva liked the way she had politely asked her if she was going to fuck Haldir. "That is my intention," she answered. "If nothing happens."

The princess looked hesitant. "I envy you," she continued. "I do not think he much admires my.....charms."

"You are a princess and he fears your sister more," Ashva assured her.

Valiel smiled. "Can I tempt you to share my bed?"

Ashva had to admit it was an interesting if unusual offer. "I am going to assume that it is not me you want but the one with me," she said. The fire in Valiel's eyes answered her question. "I have seen Haldir's women, and I know he is not adverse to having more than one in his bed, but this is different."

Valiel waited a moment and then said, "I am to be married. That was where I was going when we were attacked."

"Congradulations, my lady," Ashva said, wondering why a soon to be bride would want......no, it was obvious. Once the bonds were made, there would be no outside lovers for the princess. "I see."

"Will you help me?"

Ashva found herself in an unusual situation. The idea of Haldir and this lovely ellyth together was just wicked enough to excite her imagnation. And she would not be left out of it, that she was certain. "Make yourself ready. When it is time to retire, I will bring him here," she said and left the room.


Since Haldir was the first elf that many of the hunters had ever seen, there were dozens of questions waiting to be asked. Was it true they could pass over any land without misstepping? And how fast were elves? Why didn't they leave their forests? And Etta wanted to know if it was true that elven cities were all clothed in light? Haldir assured her it was true. Atluf, remembering their last encounter, cautiously asked if he had finished his business with the Os.

"As far as I know," Haldir replied and detected Ashva's sly smile out of the corner of his eye. What was she up to, and how much was he going to enjoy it? "You have an amused smirk," he observed.

"Indeed," she replied without adding any detail. This only aroused his curiosity more.

When a reasonable length of time had passed with several mugs of ale, Ashva indicated she was tired and ready to turn in. It didn't take any coaxing for Haldir to follow her, although he was a bit surprised to see Ashva leading him up the stairs to Mug's room for ladies.

"Where did you put the princess?" he asked her at the door, his breath warm on the back of her neck.

"She's in her own bed," Ashva purred at the delicious sensation running up her spine.

"Then shall we find our own?" he suggested and turned her to face him. It was only lust he told himself, but such lust it was. He claimed her mouth and did not let her up for breath until she melted against him. Only then did he release her to enter the room.
Right away he knew something was up when he saw the bed sheets move. "What is going on here?" he asked, half curious, half suspicious.

"Valiel, I need you help," Ashva crooned and slipped behind Haldir, who suddenly found himself staring at a very nude elfin princess. With Ashva behind him, her arms wrapped around him, her hands running over his body, he was quite at a loss for words.

"I do not think this is wise," he said only half heartedly as Valiel approached him, a soft vision in golden hair. It was difficult for him to say no to willing females, willing females with soft hands and warm lips. Valiel quite simply bared his chest and stared at him the way a hound stares at a piece of meat. It was most shameless, and he loved it.

The next thing he remembered actually being aware of was lying on the bed with the two passionate females vying for his attention. Valiel craved his attention the most, but Ashva was certainly the more wicked of the two. And she was not adverse to taking an occassion nip out of his ass everytime she thought he was becoming too preoccupied with Valiel. Before long he was eating one while being devoured by the other. If he had had time to think, he was pretty sure which was which, but he wasn't thinking too clearly. Then he was on his back, one on his face the other riding him like a demon from the netherworld. And sometime before morning he remembered fucking Valiel from behind while Ashva watched. But it was Ashva he fucked last. Something about the way she drew sensations out of his body made him half mad. He was certain, he thought he was certain, they were both asleep before he passed out.