Killing Beauty

Author's Note: I got tired of the Roman numerals.....may end up naming the chapters, who knows.
Also PWP....just want to see if I can do it. F/M/M
Have hopefully editted all gibberish out.
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Haldir's face remained impassive as he stood before Lady Galadriel, his eyes on the ground, his gut twiated in a knot that only seemed to turn harder. Finally, daring to look at the one he adored above all others, he asked, "And you have known all along who she was?"

Galadriel could see his confusion even though he tried hard to mask it. "I knew Melann before she settled on evil as her lover."

"But she is not elfkind," Haldir said more as a question than a statement.

"No,"Galadriel replied and gazed up at the brilliant late winter sky. It was so blue surely the oceans must have envied it. "When the snow on the pass breaks, she will send her horsemen south under a new leader. She wants only revenge now against Ashva.....and you."

"I am not fearful of her," he replied, trying not to sound boastful. Indeed that was not his intention; he was merely stating a fact.

"I would not have you out of the forest," Galadriel said softly, "when they ride."

Haldir recoiled at the thought of hiding in the Golden Wood while Os horseman were on the loose. And he was certain from his dreams that Ashva, who was nearest to the danger did not know. At no time had she ever showed more than just a natural ability to sense what was going to happen next. "My lady, I can not let her face them alone," he almost pleaded.

Galadriel kindly looked at him. Hers was more the affection of a mother, and although she knew his path was not the same as hers, she did not want him to tempt the fates any more than what he already had. He was safe in the wood. He needed to stay there. She turned away, hoping he would accept her decision and leave, but he stayed and waited. "Why are we always attracted to the brightest flame?" she thought to herself. Haldir burned brighter than anyone in the wood. He lived only to serve her and the forest. And now he was asking her permission to go find a female who was not even elfkind really. If she insisted, he would stay, but then something of that brilliant fire in side of him would fade. And Haldir must never fade.

"One day you will ask to leave the wood, and you won't return," she said almost to herself.

"But not this time," he answered back and lowered his head before her.

"Catch the horsemen in the pass and you might be able to stop them," Galadriel offered. "And if you are taking your brothers with you, please tell Rumil to pay attention and not be deceived by what he hears." Haldir inclined his head and took a step backwards, but Galadriel stopped him. "Haldir, do not try to fight them alone."

"I will have my brothers with me," he offered and then smiled. Lady Galadriel could not keep from smiling back at him. He had that kind of charm, a charm that would one day prove dangerous for him. But not this time.
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Orophin sat his gray horse and waited for Haldir to join him and Rumil. Running his hand through the horse's white mane, he asked, " Do you think we will have many black horses with white faces?"

Rumil smiled and said, "Gray is a color that bleaches out others. I do not think we will have any that lasts."

"If we do, I want it," he decided as Haldir arrived. Their brother looked ready for war, and from what he had told them, war was very likely. Having not been a part of the princess' escort, Orophin could only imagine what they would encounter. Easing his horse near Haldir, he asked, "Where is it do you think we will find Ashva?"

"A place called Wolf's Lair," Haldir answered and pulled himself into the saddle. "At least that is where I hope she is."
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Haldir did not mean to stop as often as he had done when he and Ashva had ridden this way, but Rumil, sensitive to his horse, reminded his brother that even horses of the elfkind needed to rest and drink. Reluctantly Haldir allowed them to make camp on a rocky hillock overlooking the vast plain of Rohan.

It was supposed to be a cold camp, but Orophin noticed not far in the distance the lights of human dwellings. Haldir did not remember them, but then it had been daylight when he had last passed through and had not noticed them.

"Perhaps we can purchase some milk from the hold," Orophin suggested and winked at Rumil as they reclined on their saddleblankets around what should have been a fire. Haldir only snorted. The last time his brothers had drunk milk, they had been babes on their mother's breast.

"Maybe they would be kind enough to sell us a flask of ale," Rumil suggested.

"Well, we don't know what is over there, dear brother, until we investigate," Orophin replied. "Haldir?"

"I will stay here and listen for screams," Haldir replied indifferently and made himself as comfortable as the ground and saddle permitted.

"Maybe we can bring you back something," Rumil offered as he got up and followed Orophin into the dark towards the lights of the small settlement.

"I doubt that," Haldir spoke to the night and allowed himself to drift into sleep.


Orophin stopped by a lot that contained an old horse and some cows. "Milk?" he asked Rumil, who only chuckled. Listening intently they could hear men talking about sheep and the upcoming planting season. They were old and passed by without noticing the brothers. The sounds of faint music drifted over the small settlement, and being curious among other things, they followed the sound to a small....very small...tavern.

"Something to drink?" Orophin, the instigator in this adventure, asked and raised his cloak hood.

"That would be nice," Rumil agreed, not needing much instigation to have a drink.

Entering the small tavern, the lighting inside a mixture of bright and dark depending on the length of the candle or the oil in the lamp, the two brothers noticed there was only a solitary man present playing a tired lute, the bar keeper, and a wench who seemed pleased to see them.

"Can I get you good lords an ale?" she asked as they took the table nearest the door. She was pretty with long curly hair and fair eyes, and she was not ashamed to show off a most ample bosom above her blouse which was pulled low over her shoulders. Orophin noted that it was quite an ample bosom indeed. He rather liked ample bosoms. And when she turned away he noticed she also possessed a shapely hip.

She returned with the ales and set them on the table in front of the brothers. "You have never been here before," she said and pulled up a chair, as if that were expected of her.

"We are passing through," Rumil explained, his own eyes noticing that there was more cleavage showing now.

"Where are you staying the night?" she asked, unable to decide which brother she wanted to look at more. Rumil, the younger, possessed a sensitive face and innocent eyes that made ellyths want to mother him, while Orophin was a cross between sensitive and lusty. Ellyths knew what they were getting when they bedded Orophin.

Both brothers were unusually beautiful in the wench's eyes, and while men of the Rohan were known to be handsome, beautiful was not a word often associated with them. "I am Tera," she finally introduced herself.

"Rumil," Orophin said and pointed to his brother.

"Orophin," Rumil mimicked. "We are pleased to meet you Tera."

"You never said where you were staying," she repeated and smoothed a strand of reddish gold hair behind her ear, showing off her Gypsy ear ring. She decided that Orophin was the leader of the pair.

"We have a camp not far from here," Orophin answered. "Why don't you get yourself a mug of ale. I will pay for it." He opened the money purse on his belt and took out a silver coin.

"You are kind," Tera said, took the coin, and got up to fetch herself a drink.

"I think you after more than a drink now," Rumil teased his brother.

"Indeed I am," Orophin agreed as Tera returned with her mug. He rmoved his hood and smiled as her eyes widened in awe. Rumil hesitated a moment and then removed his own hood. It was difficult to decide whom she enjoyed looking at more.

"I have never met an elf before," she confessed on her second mug, "although I have heard the woods to the east and west are your homes."

"Then my brother and I are most fortunate that we are the first of our kind that you have met," Orophin purred. "Some of our kind can be rude and haughty if they do not get their way." Rumil chuckled at Orophin's description of Haldir.

"Really?" she asked, her eyes seeming to stay on Orophin's ear. "I've never seen ears like yours before," she commented, a slight slur affecting her speech.

"Indeed?" Orophin asked innociently. "I suppose they are no different than yours." Seeing how she kept staring at it, he asked, "Would you like to touch it?"

"May I?" she asked and reached over the table as he leaned towards her. She lightly touched the tip of his sensitive ear and mumured, "Oh my, now I can say I've done that."

"Is there anything else you would like to know or....touch?" Orophin asked curiously.

"Oh my," she purred as his meaning became clear to her. "I certainly can think of other things I could touch," she confessed, his eyes holding her like gloved hand.

Orophin feigned amazement and said, "Regrettably I can not leave my brother."

Tera looked at Rumil, who was trying not to laugh, but he stopped smiling when he saw the way she literally undressed him with burning eyes. She wanted to take them both on. Haldir had told him that human females, while satisfying, did not have the stamina to sate a really horny elf. They usually gave out before he did....not all...but most. He was certain that he and Orophin were going to give this female a night to remember.

"Where do you suggest we go?" Orophin asked the woman.

"I have my own room," she said and stood up. "Ethelred, I'm leaving now," she called back to the bar keep. The lute player had left an hour earlier and there was no one in the tavern but her and the two elves. Ethelred waved her away without saying anything.

Her room was off from another building, and while it was not fancy, it was remarkably clean. Maybe not Haldir clean, but certainly Orophin and Rumil clean. Smiling at his brother, Orophin slipped behind Tera and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Do you think my brother beautiful?" he whispered and kissed her bare shoulder.

She shuddered and whispered, "Yes."

Orophin cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with his thumbs until she moaned with lust. "Would you like to kiss him?" he teased, his voice rich with emotion.

She leaned back against Orophin and moaned, "Yes. Oh my, yes." Orophin grinned wickedly as Rumil kissed the woman writhing against Orophin. Her moans became louder as Rumil held her face and ravaged her mouth with his tongue. Then, together, he and Orophin removed her blouse and threw it aside. She almost screamed as Orophin eased her back against him so Rumil could taste her breasts in a way that had her grinding her hips against his erection.

Deftly he slipped one hand inside her skirt and untied the string that held it around her hips. It fell to the floor at a heap around her feet. She was now completely available for their hands and lips, and she was almost beside herself, held tight against Orophin's body.

"My brother is beautiful. Would you not like to see him?" Orophin purred in her ear.

"Yes," she panted wantonly.

"There he is, undress him." He released Tera, who immediately grabbed the front of Rumil's tunic and raised it upwards. Orophin undressed himself, but enjoyed watching the woman undress his brother. Rumil's pale skin was almost flawless, not scarred up like his and Haldir's. The way she ran her hands over him, you would have thought she was caressing satin over steel.

Within moments the three were on her bed, Orophin orchestrating the woman and the evening, not that Rumil, the recipient of her attention, minded. Nor did she mind. The golden haired creatures in her bed were magnificent, and if Orophin told her to fellate Rumil, she did, while he took her from behind. It was the most wanton thing that she had ever done. And Orophin was most creative with his instructions. She certainly believed, before they all fell into blissful oblivion, that there was nothing they hadn't tried. The only thing that stunned her was when Orophin kissed Rumil, and it wasn't an entirely chaste kiss. Before falling into a coma, she wondered if all elves were so hot?
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Tera crawled out of bed as the brothers stirred. Grabbing her clothes from the night before, she pulled them on and then went outside to get some water. An elf even more beautiful than the two rising from her bed was sitting on a gray horse outside her door holding the reins of two others. His handsome face showed no emotion, although he did give her a passing examination.

Rumil spotted Haldir first and called back to Orophin that he was saddled and waiting. Orophin, grinning foolishly while trying to get his tunic on, said, "Haldir, this is Tera. Tera, this is Haldir."

She waved at the stoic elf, who politely inclined his head, as his brothers mounted their horses.

"Good-bye, sweet Tera!" Orophin sang back at the woman, Haldir's horse already leading his and Rumil's away.