Emerald

Title: Emeral?
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Author: Ambur
Rating: I gave Haldir a little nookie in this one, so NC-17
Beta: Fianna
Disclaimer: LOTR not mine, belong to Tolkien, no money being made.
Summary: Emerald begins her healing in Lothlorien
A/N: See chapter 1
Dedication: See chapter 1
P.S. Orophin does not speak the common tongue. All conversations between he and Emerald are in elvish.
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And the healing begins…


***

Serena stretched lazily, her body wriggling against the soft, satin sheets. She watched Haldir as he stared at the window looking at nothing in particular. He turned when she huffed. He grinned sheepishly at her before moving to the bed.

“What is it, my love?” His silky voice caused a small tremor to travel down her body.

Her eyes narrowed, “What is wrong? You are to be away from me for a month and you have yet to give me a proper farewell.”

He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss her, but she turned her head.

“You do not deserve a proper farewell Captain. Perhaps I should make you wait and spend the next month suffering away your lonely nights and…”

His large hand clamped over her mouth, “Be silent, wife!” He snapped playfully before replacing his hand with his lips. His body covered hershe phe pressed her into the mattress.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Haldir’s hand slid to the edge of the sheet pulling it away from her slightly to take a peep and was pleasantly surprised to see she was naked underneath him. He sat up, despite her groan.

“Do you not wish for me to be naked too, Serena? Or is this pleasure strictly for me?”

She smiled wickedly, tossing the sheet away from her and moving to stand. She now stood before him, while he sat on the edge of the bed. She reached down and gently lifted his arms so she could pull his tunic away. Her hands moved to explore his chest. He moaned softly as she ran her fingers over his taut nipples, leaning over him so her hair caressed his face. She then knelt between his legs, her hands still massaging his chest and teasing his nipples as she rainessessses along his jaw line.

“I shall miss you, my husband.” She whispered softly to him as her tongue now traced the sensitive tip of his ear. He shuddered against her, his hands gliding up and down her arms causing chill-bumps to ravish her body with the softness of his touch.

She took his lip between her teeth and tugged as her hands now slid to his erection poking painfully against his leggings. She grinned, still pulling on his lips gently as she unlaced his leggings to free her prize.

Her kisses now moved along his mouth to his jaw and down his neck. She gently nipped and kissed the skin as she moved, now along his chest, flicking her tongue over his nipple as she stroked him gently. Her tongue traced a line of wetness down his chest and to his hard abdomen where she flicked her tongue into his navel causing a low growl to escape his lips. His eyes were closed and his head rolled back enjoying the sensations of her tongue bath.

His eyes snapped open when he felt himself being enveloped in the hot wetness of her mouth. His fingers entwined themselves in her hair as she began sliding her tongue over his length with slow lingering licks. She moaned her appreciation of his taste while the tip of her tongue tickled the tip of his length, not wasting the first oozing of his pleasure.

Her hands now cupped his sac, gently caressing it, tickling it with her nails. She would undo him this way, but she did not care. She would have him for the rest of the night and she would give him something to remember her by when he left her in the morning for his month long watch.

Her tongue gliding over the underside of his shaft, taking turns with suckling the head of his uncut member. She was aware of his hand tightening in her hair and his breathing coming out in rasps. She opened her mouth wide, suppressing her gag reflex and took him completely in her mouth, enclosing him, and pulling back torturously slow. He could not stand any more and with a shout, filled her mouth full of his seed. She allowed his seed to pool in her tongue, swallowing him with one gulp, relishing his taste.

She looked up to see his closed eyes. Once again her hands rose, sliding over his chest as she pushed him back against the mattress. She began placing butterfly kisses over his face. As she kissed him, she began to move against his chest, her wetness glistening onto his silky skin. He could feel himself began to stir again under her sweet touch. His hands moved to cup her face, kissing her deeply, not minding his taste on her tongue.

With one swift move, he flipped her over and pinned her underneath him to the mattress.

“You are too good to me, my heart.” He whispered against her neck, as he marked her, not wanting anyone to forget whom this elleth belonged to.

“Aye I am. You do not deserve me. And were it not for my pity of you and my patience to deal with one as dour as you…”

His hand closed over her mouth again. He glared at her in mock anger, “Careful wife, I am much bigger and stronger than you.”

She giggled through his hand, reaching down to grasp his length again. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him even closer against her. He held her close, grinding his body against hers, his mouth now replacing his hand once again. She could feel him harden even further against her.

Her rol rolled back when he entered her slowly. He began to move within her with long, delicious strokes. He made love to her with such a gentle longing. Tears filled her eyes. She hated when left her. Her heart ached for him and often she had wondered if she would ever have to be without him

He kissed the tears that fell from her eyes, speaking soft words of assurance to her. He told her of his love for her and her completion of him as he moved so lovingly between her legs.

Soon, much too soon, the tremors began to move through her and the hoarse cry of his name escaped her lips. More tears welled in her eyes as he continued to move within her. He wished he could do something to ease the pain in her heart. It was becoming harder and harder to leave her when she would cry so.

He brought her once more over the abyss as his own claimed him, both crying out each other’s names and holding onto one another as if their very lives depended on it.

Tonight, he would hold her tightly in his embrace, listening to her soft breathing, relishing the feel of her soft warm body against him. It would be a memory he would carry witm thm the next month of lonely cold nights while he would keep watch ovee boe borders of his homeland.


***


Emerald had left the city to take a walk within the Golden wood. She thought she might scout herself a running path. The trees were so beautiful and the foliage rivaled the beauty of Rivendell. But it was different also. There was an ancient mystic that seemed to bring the forest to life with its towering trees. The Golden wood had a gentle aged grace that the lushness of Rivendell did not have.

She could hear the birds welcoming the new day and she smiled to herself, pretending they were welcoming her to their home with a sweet song. She giggled as a tree frog hopped down in front of her, looked up at her, gave her a small squeak in welcome and hopped along.

Orophin watched Emerald as she moved slowly along the path, clearly enjoying his home. He had been following her ever since she had left her talan. He had felt he owned her some explanation as to why he simply ran away from her like that, but what could he say?

How could he explain the fires she stirred within him? He certainly could not act on them. She was merely a child to him. She would be of age in a few years, but could he wait that long? He had waited for over three hundred years for someone tore hre his life with. And even if he did wait for her, she was mortal. What kind of life could they have together? What could he offer her? Wasn’t he being foolish at any rate to think she would want him? Females, no matter their race always wanted Haldir. And when he ignored their attentions, they went to his younger brother Rumil. But he could have sworn that shy smile and blush she had given yesterday on the archery field had been for him.

He stopped abruptly when he heard her small voice, “Is someone there? Elladan? Is that you?”

She looked around her. She had felt his presence. He had forgotten she was gifted, much like the elves in some ways. He had heard her mother was a yielder of magic. He wondered how much of the mother’s gift had been passed to the child.

“Elladan, this is not funny! You’re scaring me!”

When he realized she was frightened, he quickly hopped down from the treetop where he stood in hiding. She jumped slightly when she heard him and turned. She blushed again, just as she had done yesterday, and looked away with a shy smile.

“Oh, Orophin.” She laughed softly, “I thought you were my brother. He use to hide from me when I was a child and jump out, frightening me to death.”

He put his hand to his heart and bowed his head, “I apologize for not making myself known sooner, Emerald. I have just been watching you explore my homeland.”

Her cheeks flushed again, her hands covering her face, “Oh! You’ve been watching me?” She gave a nervous giggle. He could not help but smile at her sweet shyness.

He moved closer and took her small hand in his, “Aye Lady. Would you like me to be your guide to my beautiful home?”

Her free hand covered his, “I would like that very much.”

**

Haldir redressed quickly and went to meet his Lady. She had summoned him only a few moments ago, sending one of her handmaidens with a message of great urgency.

Haldir strode through the city streets of his beloved home and took the stairs two at a time, ascending the stairwell that would take him to his Lady’s garden and audience chamber. Galadriel stood at the top of the stairs waiting for him. He knelt before her, his hand on his heart, “What has happened My Lady? Are you well?”

Galadriel laughed softly, “My dear Captain, please rise. I did not mean fluster you so. I only meant for you to come to me as quickly as you could. There is no danger. I only wanted to catch you before you left for the borders.”

Haldir rose and sighed in relief. She offered him her hand and he took it, tucking it into his arm as he walked with her.

“I have called you so that we may speak of your brother, Orophin.”

Haldir cocked his head to regard his Lady. She was so beautiful to him. He could stare at her for hours and never grow tired of her gentle beauty.

Galadriel led him to a bench within her garden; “Orophin has been alone for many years now. He has not had even a female friend since Celeste chose another.”

Haldir sighed, “Aye. This is true. He still broods and keeps to himself on the borders. I fear he will never move past this.”

Galadriel smiled, “I think it already has begun.”

“What do you mean, my Lady?”

“Young Emerald. He has shown much interest in her. Can you not tell? Already a bond of friendship is forming.”

Haldir’s eyes narrowed. Galadriel smiled, “You do not approve?”

“She is a child, a mortal child. What good can come of this? I do not want him hurt again and that child has had enough hurt in her short lifetime to risk more. Orophin can do nothing but offer her more pain.”

“How can his friendship cause her pain?”

“She desires more form him. I have seen this myself, My Lady. As I have seen the desire for her within him. He will break her already shattered heart.”

Galadriel sighed, “Nevertheless, I wish him to remain within the city with her. He will keep her company and be her guide. I am sorry this displeases you, Haldir, but these are my wishes.”

Haldir’s lips tightened, but he said nothing, only nodding curtly. She patted his hand and kissed his cheek, “All will be well, my Captain. You shall see.”

**

Having Orophin with her had lessened the pain and loneliness she had felt when Elladan and Elrohir had left her in Caras Galadhon. She and Orophin had become inseparable. They could be seen spending hours a day together walking through the city, talking, holding hands and laughing, just simply enjoying each other’s company. Often Orophin would accompany her to cut the herbs she used. He often wondered what she used them for, but did not ask. He feared her shutting herself away from him if he did.

He would also run with her in the morning. It was during these times, that Emerald would open her most guarded secrets to him.

One morning, just before dawn, he had once again joined her. She had not looked well that morning; her skin was pale and her eyes dark. She seemed nervous and her mood was bleak. It was this morning she had opened her heart completely to him not knowing why, only that she trusted him. She trusted him implicitly. He was her first real friend.

He was the first person outside of her family to offer her companionship and she treasured it with all of her heart. To finally have a friend she could trust, someone with whom she knew really liked her for who she was and enjoyed spending time with her.

They had begun their jog in silence. He had not pushed her to speak this day. He sensed her struggle to find the right words. As they went farther and farther into the woods, she stopped suddenly and looked at him. Her eyes were distant and fearful to him.

“Emerald?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears and she turned away.

“Emerald, what is it?” Orophin asked placing his hands on her shoulders.

She shook her head and tried to pull away. He tightened his grip, forcing her to turn and face him. He lifted her chin gently as the tears spilled over her cheeks.

“What is it Emerald? Tell me. You can trust me.”

Her hand closed over her mouth to stifle her sob, “I know…I know I can trust you…I…am afraid…I’ve never spoken of it…”

He pulled her against him, her head against his shoulder, “Why are you afraid? Tell me, please.”

“I…think I am ill. If I do not stop…I fear I will die. But I cannot stop…I am afraid to stop…”

He blinked at her words, tightening his grip on her, “Afraid to stop what?” He stroked her hair, trying to prod her to talk to him.

She told him of her chest pains, and how she experienced shortness of breath, tremors, nausea and mood swings. She told him how she would wake up gasping for air as her throat felt as if it had a hand closing over it.

She told him of how for almost two years she had been using her herbal skills to help starve herself. She explained in a tear ridden voice of her excessive running and how she had to make her elixir stronger; how she had to drink more and more of it in order to gain the euphoria she had felt when she had first began. She wept as she described the terrifying pounding now of her heart, as if it would burst from her body.

Orophin sat in silence, holding her as she cried. He listened to her, never judging her, never scolding, only being there for her. Offering himself as support to her breaking heart.

When she had finished releasing two years of pent up fear and frustration, he spoke ever so gently to her. You must go to the Lady, he told her. She will help you through this.

And so it was that Emerald admitted openly what she had been doing to herself for so long. She admitted the horrible things she had done to her body in order to win love from those around her. She felt as if a weight forged in solid steel had been lifted from her shoulders. Now the tears that fell were full of relief. No longer did she have to keep this wretched secret. No longer did she have to face this alone. Now the healing could truly begin for her.

The road to her healing would be long with much grief and toil. But it ultimately would be what would finally save her from herself.