The Hawk and The Raven

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Geez, you had no clue Erestor would be such a dull tour guide. You saw all of the offices, libraries, and every hallway Elrond’s home has to offer. Aside from the long lectures, Erestor didn’t say much to you. Oh sure, he still looked at your cleavage, but he didn’t try anything. For some reason you thought it’d be easier to get the Chief Advisor to open up. You now realize that’s not going to be the case.

“Any questions?” Erestor asks. He stands before his office.

“Do I have any work today?”

“No. You’ll start working on Monday. If you’ll excuse me, I need to work on some reports. I’ll see you at diner.” With one last look at your cleavage, he closes the office door in your face.

You growl. You walk down the hall. “Work my ass,” you mutter. “He’s probably jacking off right now because he’s too shy-“

You stop.

You stare in the open doorway that leads to the training room. You try not to pant. Your nipples harden and your lower regions heat up.

Glorfindel grunts. He pushes back against his opponent. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are dark. Sweat pours down his bare torso. He trips the other elf and pins him. His back muscles flex under his tan skin.

You sigh. He is a beautiful creature.

Hearing your sigh, Glorfindel looks up. He smiles. “Hello Willow.” He lets the elf go and helps him stand. “Work on your holds.”

“Yes, Captain.” The elf winks at you before leaving.

‘Great, now he’s going to tell all of the soldiers that Glorfindel’s bagged another elf,’ you think.

He wipes the sweat off with a rag. “. . .” You have trouble paying attention to what he’s saying. The rag caresses his chiseled six pack. “Rose? Are you listening to me?”

“I’m sorry.” You meet his eyes. He grins.

He drops the rag and comes closer. “Did you enjoy the tour?” he repeats.

“It was . . . informative,” you answer.

He snorts. “Which means he bored you with the history of every spot in this house instead of giving you the attention you obviously want from him,” he says.

Your cheeks flush. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He steps closer. “No elf would wear such . . . revealing clothes unless she wanted the elf she is attracted to to take a hint.” He is so close you can feel his hot breath against your face. “The question is, which elf are you attracted to?” His arm encircles you. He pulls you against him. You gasp when his erection rubs against you. “He will never give you what I can give you. Stones don’t have passion.”

He leans down. You turn your head and try to push away. His lips meet your cheek. They trail to your neck. You gasp. He sucks on your neck. You close your eyes. You pull him closer to you. You tilt your head. He bites it. You moan. He licks up to your ear. He takes the tip of your ear into his mouth. You cry out.

One hand grabs your ass, grinding you against him. The other caresses your breast through the fabric. You whimper. He pushes you until you are against the wall. He kisses down your collarbone. He nibbles between your cleavage. You bury your fingers into his soft locks and pull his closer to you.

“Willow,” Jasmine gasps. You immediately break away from Glorfindel. You see the smug smile. You feel disgusted with yourself. Since when did you tremble for an elf who knew the right spots to kiss? Never!

Elladan blushes. His eyes are wide and he is almost panting. ‘Jasmine’s going to have fun corrupting him,’ you think.

You don’t say a word to Glorfindel as you leave the training room. You walk as fast as you can to your room without breaking into a run.

Jasmine catches up with you. “Why were you with him? What happened to Erestor? What were you thinking?”

“I walked by while he was in there, Erestor brushed me off after the tour to do work, and I wasn’t thinking. He kissed my neck and-“ You shiver. “It won’t happen again.”

“Damn straight it won’t.” She grabs your hand. “I’ll make sure you aren’t alone with him.”

“What are you going to do? Follow me everywhere?” You lean on your sister. “Believe it or not, this is something I have to face alone. Go back to Elladan, I’m sure he is eager for you to try the stuff he just saw.”

Jasmine laughs. “Oh sister, you are wicked,” she says. She stops laughing and meets your eyes. “I believe you can fight any temptations you have for him; I just wish you didn’t have to do it alone.” She kisses your cheek. “I will see you at lunch.”

You watch her walk down the hallway. Elladan meets her there. You can see the concern on his face when he looks in your direction. Jasmine says something to him and he looks unsure. She caresses the side of his face. He blushes and mumbles something. She takes his hand and the two round the corner, disappearing from your sight.

“I like him,” you decide aloud. “He’ll be good for her.”

You enter your room and strip. "That's the last hoochie dress I'm wearing," you decide aloud. "If Glorfindel is that bold when I'm wearing that then I don't want to push him."

You find the purple dress Erestor picked out for you this morning. Your reflection is proof you look good even in a plain dress. It hugs the right places, showing your hourglass figure. “This is better,” you decide. "Hopefully Erestor likes it."

As soon as you leave the room, a hand clasps your shoulder. You grab the hand and sling the owner around so he crashes into the wall. “Oh shit,” you say when the owner of the hand is Elrond. “I’m so sorry.”

Elrond chuckles as straightens his robes. “It’s all right. I should have known the child of Muawin would be a born fighter,” he says. He sees your shock. “I figured it out when you admitted your age. Your mother and he were seen together a few times back then.” He smiles. “You have his hair and his spirit.”

Your heart stops. You feel the blood drain from your face. “Don’t EVER compare me to that- that- monster!” you shout. You try to go back in your room, but Elrond stops you.

“What do you mean ‘monster?’” he asks. You try to fight him off, but he manages to pin your arms behind you. “Answer me.”

You look away from him, letting your hair fall over your face. “He raped Mom,” you whisper.

Elrond is shocked. “Muawin? The great Muawin who fought by my side during the war against Sauron?” He shakes his head. “He was rough about the edges, but-“

“He raped her!” You can’t believe he’s acting like this. “R-a-p-e-d. Raped! He’s never had respect for the females, so when Mom refused his attempts to woo her . . .” You shake your head. “But why am I telling you this? It’s not like you’ll believe me. No one believed her either.”

You don’t realize you are crying until he wipes away your tears. He pulls you into his arms. You lean into his hold and try to hold your sobs. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you,” Elrond says softly. His fingers twirl in your hair, calming you. “It’s just hard to take in. He was my comrade in battle.”

You don’t reply. You close your eyes and take in his scent. He smells of pipe tobacco. Why couldn’t you have this when you were growing up? A father. You cry harder, this time because you now know what you were missing out on when you were a child.

“Erestor, will you please escort Willow to the healing room? I must see to some business,” Elrond says. “I want her to take relaxing herbs and a nap before lunch.”

“I’m fine,” you lie as you pull out of his arms. You find Erestor staring at you with a flicker of worry in his eyes.

“You are not fine,” Elrond says. “Take the herbs and get some rest. I will check on you when you wake.” He kisses your head. The sentimental gesture brings another wave of tears. You push them down as you sniff.

“Come on Willow.” You feel Erestor’s hand grab your elbow. He guides you through the hallways.

“I thought you were working,” you say.

Erestor clears his throat. “I . . .” he begins.

“Don’t lie,” you tell him. “I know you were just trying to get away from me, and I don’t blame you. I shouldn’t have acted like that.” You feel his grip tighten on you. “I’m sor-“

“No need for apology,” Erestor says. “It’s forgotten.” You feel his eyes on you. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you answer. “But I’m not ready to talk about it.”

He doesn’t press the subject. He surprises you when he gives you a side hug. “Things will be better, you’ll see,” he says.

You look up at him and smile. Who knows, maybe he’s right.

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