Life is Too Short

Life is Too Short

Chapter Five – A Promise Fulfilled

I got up at 5:00 the next morning and worked on my story, not wanting to go downstairs just yet. I was tempted to wake Glen up and make him take me to Lansing right then, but I knew that neither he nor his mother would be happy about that so I decided against it. At 6:00 I finally snuck downstairs with my bags and checked to see if anybody else was up. The old witch was. That figured.

“Do you have a problem with pancakes, too?” she asked me, already sounding offended.

“I could probably eat one,” I replied, making an effort to be nice. I hated pancakes because they made me feel so full. I wondered if she treated everybody this way or just the women that she thought were chasing her son; or the ones that weren’t chasing her son when she thought they should be. Maybe she was just mad at the world.

I excused myself to go outside and sit on the front porch so that I could try and contact Haldir. There was no way that I was going to stay inside and risk any more verbal sparring with this woman. If Glen had been upset about me wanting to kick Billy Bob’s ass, I could imagine how he’d feel if I took his mom on. Stop it, Sinda, I told myself. She’s an old woman. I was being generous, of course, because she was Satan. It explained a lot about the kids. They weren’t the spawn of Satan but rather the grand-spawn. I absently wondered if there was such a word.

Sitting on the porch swing, I rocked back and forth as I repeatedly sent out my mental plea for help. My suspicion was that Glen would sleep as late as possible to keep me from leaving and I didn’t think that I could be there a minute longer than I had to. Maybe if I kept making Glen mad like I’d done the previous day, he’d be glad to see me go. No, there wasn’t any point because the minute he woke up, I was out of there anyway. That is if the pancakes didn’t slow us down for another hour or two. I was sinking into depression and I needed Haldir badly.

As I sat on the porch listening to the creaking of the swing, I observed a car slowly moving down the quiet, tree-lined street and I felt my heartbeat increase. When it slowed and finally parked in front of the house, I knew that it was Haldir before I even saw him get out of the car. It took about ten seconds for me to run inside and explain to Glen’s mother that my friend had come to get me and I wouldn’t need Glen to drive me to Lansing after all. She was sputtering as she followed me outside.

“But what about the pancakes?” she asked, holding the box of mix like a weapon.

“Maybe next time,” I told her. “Thanks for everything.” She hadn’t cooked them yet so they certainly weren’t going to go to waste. I was sure that the Princess could polish off my portion, anyway. I met Haldir halfway down the walk and handed him my suitcase without a word. He looked at me rather strangely as I continued around him and got into the car. As we drove away, I caught a glimpse of Glen’s mom standing on the steps with one hand on a beefy hip and the pancake mix in the other.

When we rounded the corner, I let out a pent up breath and leaned over to wrap my arms around Haldir’s neck, giving him a big, wet kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I told him, peppering his cheek with more kisses.

“That is more like it,” he replied, turning for a quick kiss on the mouth.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” I asked him, leaning on his shoulder.

“You are just happy because I came to get you,” was his answer.

No, that wasn’t all but he knew how I felt so I didn’t respond to the comment. Moving back to my seat, I apologized for not greeting him in a friendlier manner and relayed the story of my experience with Glen’s family to him. He smiled and glanced at me before returning his attention to the road.

“Do you mean that you do not wish to spend the whole week there, Sinda?” he asked me, a smirk on his face.

I shuddered. I never would have lasted a day. No wonder Glen’s ex- had divorced him. She probably couldn’t take any more of his mother.

“Now, there is another matter that we must discuss,” Haldir said, his face bearing the look of a stern disciplinarian.

“What is that?” I asked somberly.

“About the little incident yesterday,” he elaborated, glancing at me again with an unyielding look on his face.

I looked at him blankly for a moment, not having any idea what he was talking about. Yesterday was so long ago and God only knew how many things I might have done to cause offense, but yesterday I had been with Thranduil. I was honestly confused.

“At the border…” he prompted.

“Oh, that!” I replied. Had that only been yesterday? “Yes, I guess I need to thank you for coming to my rescue, even though it wasn’t necessary.”

“It most certainly was necessary!” he told me. “He was going to hurt you and your friend was going to let it happen.”

“I could have handled it,” I replied, halfheartedly. Now that I was cooled down, the whole thing did seem rather stupid. As a black belt, I should have known better, too. Self-control was important, though not my forte. Not by a long shot.

“Sinda, I do not want to see you hurt!” he said, looking at me.

I thought that his comment was a little ironic, under the circumstances. I was deeply in love with him, yet I would only be kept around until he tired of me. In the meantime I had been given the “gift” of another elf to occupy me while Haldir spent time with various women. He didn’t want to see me hurt? He had hurt me more since I had met him than anyone ever had in my entire life. But the good times were so good that it was worth it to me. There really was no other option.

“We need to decide where we’re going,” I told him, changing the subject.

“Do not change the subject,” he said.

“What do you want me to do? I did what I did and I can’t take it back now. Would it make you feel better if I let you spank me?” I asked, frustrated.

He raised an eyebrow at that and turned to glance at me again.

“Forget it,” I said, knowing that look. “You can lecture me some more if you want, but no spanking. So where are we going?”

“I have a place in mind if you do not object,” he told me, apparently deciding to drop the other subject. “It is a small cabin on a quiet lake, unless you would prefer a big lake with boats and jet skis.”

“No, a small lake sounds perfect for peace and quiet. I’ll trust your judgment,” I told him. “Will Thranduil be able to find it, too?”

“Thranduil will not need to be able to find it,” he assured me, smiling like somebody who had a surprise. “I will be with you all week, Sinda. It was why I could not make it last night. I rearranged my plans so that I could spend this time with you.”

So he didn’t know about the arrangement, yet. Damn. I hadn’t wanted to be the one to break it to him, especially if he’d made an effort to spend the whole week with me. I felt terrible.

“Haldir?” I began tentatively.

He glanced at me.

“You remember how Thranduil wanted me to decide between the two of you?” I asked.

“Yes, vaguely,” he rolled his eyes. I thought he sounded a bit sarcastic.

“Well, I told him that I didn’t want to do that and rather wanted to continue with both of you instead.” I waited for his response.

Haldir laughed. “I am sure that his Majesty agreed to your terms.”

“Well, yes he did,” I informed him.

He looked at me sharply. It was apparently not what he had wanted to hear. It struck me suddenly that he had been sure that I would choose him, taking Thranduil out of the picture. He would have still have had his other women but I would only have him, yet I would not have been able to blame him, because it was Thranduil who had forced me to make a choice. I had just thrown a monkey wrench into his great plan.

“Why shouldn’t I have two elves if you both have many women?” I asked.

He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again immediately. I could see that he wasn’t happy.

“How did you convince his Highness to agree to that?” More sarcasm? Sounded like it to me.

“I had to agree to be with both of you together one night,” I told him quietly, watching closely for his reaction.

Again, his head swung sharply towards me, reminiscent of Glen’s driving style. He returned it to the road just as quickly, but not before I saw a flash of interest. So he was not completely opposed to the idea.

“Just one night,” I told him.

“I can live with that,” he replied.

I’ll just bet he could, I thought. I was very nervous about the prospect and I turned to look out my window for a while, wondering if Thranduil would have settled for anything else. I doubted it. He had seemed pretty set on the idea of a threesome, but maybe I should have tried harder.

“Sinda?”

I looked over at Haldir.

“It is your decision,” he told me. “You do not have to do it if it bothers you.”

“I know that,” I admitted. I told him the same thing that I had told Thranduil; that having two elves was my insurance against being hurt.

My mind wandered as I looked out the window again but soon I felt Haldir’s long fingers playing with my hair and rubbing the back of my neck. He was hard to ignore. I looked at him and finally smiled. He smiled back and it sent a rush through my heart, not to mention other parts of my body. I found my dark mood lifting as he reached over and took my hand to kiss it, finally resting it on his thigh. We talked for a while and I found my hand wandering on his leg and realized that I wanted him now. That wasn’t unusual, but we were driving down the road, still an hour or so from the lake. I didn’t want to wait that long.

The car had a bench seat, probably intentionally, and I moved to the middle to sit closer to Haldir. I had a little trouble finding the other end of the seat belt and my fumbling for it seemed to leave him a little agitated.

“It is not down there!” he insisted.

I shrugged. How did I know it hadn’t ended up between his legs somehow? I finally found it and got myself strapped in but by that time his eyes were already dark with desire. It sure didn’t seem to take much.

“Sinda! You should not be playing with my ear while I am driving,” he told me through clenched teeth. Oh, maybe that was why he was getting all hot and bothered. It was hard to resist running the cute little pointy end between my fingers, though, and I continued, as his breathing grew ragged.

Hitting the brakes, he turned suddenly down a drive that I hadn’t even seen. Good thing the elf was driving and not me. We followed a rutted path through the trees until he found a place to pull the car over. We would not be seen here, unless somebody else happened to drive down the same road. I wondered now why I had even bothered putting the stupid seatbelt on as I tried to get it back off. It was hard to do with Haldir groping me as he pinned me to the seat. He seemed to be having the same problem and he growled as we fought with the stupid contraptions and finally both snapped our own seatbelts loose at the same time. He was on top of me in seconds, fumbling at both of our clothing and growing frustrated that there wasn’t enough room to maneuver.

Gasping, I said, “Next time maybe you ought to rent a full sized car.” I felt my shirt being yanked over my head.

“Out,” he said, breathing hard.

Not sure what he meant, I figured it out when I saw him bolt out of his door and felt mine open behind my back only seconds later. I wondered if he had leapt over the hood. He didn’t wait for me to struggle out of the vehicle but grabbed me and pulled me out and to my feet. With equal speed, he had my shorts pulled down to my ankles and had lifted me onto the hood of the car. It was warm, but not hot, thankfully. I watched as he flung my shorts and underwear over his shoulder and freed his erection in what looked like a single fluid movement. These elves were incredible to watch in action. In another show of speed and agility, he pulled my legs apart and entered me in an equally smooth move. My ankles were suddenly pulled up towards his shoulders as he began to drive himself into me. His passion was really a turn-on but I don’t know what was the best; the way he felt inside me, the growling noises he was issuing or the slapping sounds our bodies made as they slammed together. I guess it didn’t matter; it was getting the job done. I came way before he did for a change, which surprised me. It also gave me a chance to watch him and to actually be able to fully appreciate his facial expressions as he finished. It was pretty hot. He almost looked like the movie Haldir did in the death scenes at Helm’s Deep. I wondered if I’d ever be able to look at that scene the same way again. When he finally stilled, he lowered my legs down onto the hood of the car but did not disengage himself right away. He leaned over me and kissed me deeply.

“No more playing with the ears while we drive,” he reiterated.

“Or what, you’ll pull over and have really wild sex with me on the hood of the car?” I asked. “That’ll teach me.”

“I am sure that you can wait until we reach the cabin,” he told me, running his tongue along my lips.

“Yes, besides, I think you like this better anyway,” I said, licking his ear all the way up to its tip. He didn’t move away like I thought he would do but let me pull the tip of his ear into my mouth and suck on it. It was just a matter of a few moments before he began to groan and move inside me again, at a much more unhurried pace this time. This car sex was great, I thought as he reached beneath me to change the angle of my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist. You couldn’t do this kind of thing in Nevada without ending up with a layer of your flesh seared to the hood of the car, so I was thankful for the cool Michigan morning.

We eventually made our way back onto the highway, both sated and calmer than we had been earlier. It was hard to believe that we would have a whole week together alone. Of course, there was that thing with Thranduil that I was trying not to think about yet. I wondered when the king would show up. I almost wished that he would do it tonight so that I could get it over with and stop worrying about it. On the other hand, I might end up being extremely sore by the time they were done with me and it might be better if it was later in the week, so that I could recuperate on the drive back home. I pushed it out of my mind. It would happen when it happened.

Haldir had been right. The cabin was wonderful; a small log building with a stone fireplace and a big fluffy bearskin rug. I had plans for that rug. There were other structures on the lake, but not many, giving our little cabin an air of seclusion. This would be much preferable to the big lakes with noise and people everywhere. I told him how happy I was with it and asked him where I had to go to pay. He assured me that it was already done and when I protested, he reminded me that I had paid for the motel rooms, even when he spent the night. I quit arguing, not wanting to waste time on it. I could think of better things to do and the first order of business was to get Haldir into the water. I needed a wet elf fix and it didn’t take him long to acquiesce. He didn’t want to wear a bathing suit, but I told him that since there were other cabins on the lake, it might not be a bad idea. We could save the skinny-dipping for after dark.

We swam together and caressed each other in the water, but much of the time was just spent holding onto one another as we talked. I mentioned how impressed I had been with the way he maneuvered the car down the rutted road and I asked where he had learned to drive. I seemed funny to me for an elf to be driving.

“Sinda, I was driving when your grandparents were young,” he reminded me. “I remember the first cars. I was around when trains and airplanes first appeared.”

I stared at him for a moment as the futility of my situation hit me in full. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had still been hoping for an answer but there wasn’t one. He was an immortal being who had been around, well, almost forever as far as I was concerned. What did I think, that suddenly I would come along and sweep him off his feet? I was lucky to have the time with him that I did and I knew that I would have to cherish it because it would not last forever. Maybe it would not even last long. It was possible that when this trip was over, I’d never see another elf again as long as I lived.

“Stop it,” he told me, touching his lips to mine. “I told you that if you would move to Oregon, we would see each other several times a week and I meant that.”

“I wish you would warn me before you read my mind,” I told him. “It’s disconcerting.”

“I saw the look on your face and needed to find out what had caused it. Sinda, this will not be a short-term relationship for you. They always are for me,” he told me, looking haunted.

I considered his words and wondered what it would be like. I had thought that he had a pretty good thing going, a string of women on hand to use as he wanted and replace as needed, but now I saw something else. Like Thranduil, he could never love anybody. They could both spend the next thousand years having sex with whomever they wished but they would always be missing something and they would outlive every lover they ever had. I thought that it was sad. For the first time, I realized that maybe being a mortal wasn’t so bad. I would not live long, but I would love Haldir as long as I lived, whether he was still coming to visit me or not. I was sure of that.

He must have still been reading my mind again because he closed his eyes and hugged me close, almost so tight that I couldn’t breathe. We stayed like that for a minute before he pulled back and kissed me again, lightly. I asked him to tell me more about his life and he did as we moved through the water, still entwined in each other’s arms. This was what I wanted. The sex was great, but spending time like this with Haldir was so wonderful that nothing else even mattered. Eventually, the light kisses that he had been feathering across my face and neck grew a little deeper and more demanding. That was fine with me, too. I could feel how hard he was as he pressed against me in the water and I glanced around the lake, wondering if there were any prying eyes. There didn’t seem to be, so I slid my bikini bottoms off, hooking them through my arm so that they wouldn’t drift away. Haldir raised an eyebrow at that and smiled.

“Is that an invitation, Sinda?” he asked, already pulling his swimming trunks down.

“You have an open invitation, as far as I am concerned,” I informed him. It wasn’t long before he was pumping up into me as I hung onto him, legs wrapped around his middle. I had to revise my earlier assessment about there being nothing like a wet elf. I could say that seeing a wet elf in the throes of passion was even better. I planned on spending a lot of time in the lake while we were there.

Our cabin didn’t have a real kitchen, just a counter and a sink as well as a small refrigerator and a microwave, but it was only a short drive into town. The first three days on the lake flew by far too quickly and it was Wednesday after a pleasant lunch in town when Haldir asked me if I had thought about moving to Oregon, yet. For some strange reason, I had completely blocked it out of my mind. Talk about being crazy; it was one thing to live half of your life in a fantasy world, but to give up your job and move so that you could spend even more time in that world just didn’t seem right. I told Haldir this.

“You still do no believe that this is real?” he asked, surprised.

“No, I don’t,” I admitted. “I think I’m certifiably insane.”

“Shall we ask the waiter who just served me my meal if I exist?” he smirked.

“Maybe he’s not real, either,” I tried.

“What would it take for you to believe, Sinda?” Haldir asked. “It is important that you understand.”

“Maybe I could take you to my Therapist when we get back and we could ask him what he thinks,” I suggested. “He could examine your ears.”

“No,” Haldir’s face grew dark. “No doctors, no scientists. I do not care to become a guinea pig for somebody to prod at.”

“Glen and the kids should have seen you!” I remembered suddenly. “At the border. If you were real, they would have seen you and probably recognized you from the movies! Also, the Witch should have seen you back in Kingman. She walked by when Thranduil was at the door of my motel room, too. You can’t be real because nobody said a word to me.”

He just smiled. “I think that you should ask them when you meet up with them again. I am sure that they saw me. I saw the look on your friend’s face.”

We left it at that. It was the only way I would ever be convinced and it did me no good to talk about it until I found out what Glen and the kids had seen.

The sky had been darkening while we ate our meal and we were caught in a downpour on the walk home. I didn’t mind and I laughed at Haldir’s attempts to keep me dry on the way back.

“Haldir, it’s fine,” I told him. “I live in Nevada and don’t often get to enjoy the rain.”

“But are you not cold?” he asked, noticing the goose bumps dotting my arm. He took his shirt off and pulled it over my head, ignoring my protests. The sleeves were short so it didn’t help all that much, but it was the thought that counted. Besides, wet or not, it smelled like him. Of course, the minute I saw him standing in the rain without his shirt on, I was frozen with lust. I watched tiny rivulets of water run from his hair down his smooth chest and couldn’t help but touch him. He watched me watching him and our eyes met. I saw more than lust in his gaze and it worried me. He broke eye contact first, frowning as he looked away. Taking my hand, he led me along until we stepped into the cabin, soaking wet. Drying off was fun, since we had to strip our clothes off to do it and one thing led to another. We made love in front of the fire he had started and it was different this time, slow and gentle; romantic. I grew worried again when I found him gazing at me once more with a serious expression on his face. I wasn’t sure what it meant and I pushed away the thought that maybe he was growing tired of me already and wanted to end things. The look that I saw may have been concern about how to break the news to me. I wouldn’t even consider the other possibility, because it was worse.

We were both tired and decided to take a nap by the fire after opening a window so that we could hear the storm better. Most of the afternoon was spent that way, though in reality, we didn’t do a whole lot of sleeping. We talked and made love, finally opening a bottle of wine and drinking the whole thing as we continued our afternoon vigil by the fire. I knew that I was getting tipsy but we were having too much fun to stop. Haldir’s mood seemed to have lightened considerably from the serious side he had been showing earlier and we were both laughing as we related funny stories to each other. I’m sure that some of mine weren’t that funny, but the wine made them seem so. More than once, I had to wipe the tears away as I finished telling him something or listening to something that he was saying. When the knock sounded on the door, the laughter died on my lips. No, not now, I thought. Haldir seemed to be thinking the same thing because neither of us made a move to get the door, but instead we just looked into each other’s faces for a long moment.

The door opened, seconds later, and a very wet, very irate Thranduil stepped inside, glaring at the two of us as we lay, warm, cozy and naked by the fire.

“Please, do not bother answering the door,” he said, sarcastically. “It is a bit wet outside in case you had not noticed.”

We weren’t being fair. I had made a deal with him and it was not his fault that I didn’t want to be with anybody but Haldir right now. I needed some time to think and I got up to get the king a towel. My eyes met Haldir’s once more before I left him and I could swear that he sent me a message. I knew that he read my mind, but I had never been able to reciprocate. All I know is that I was suddenly aware that he didn’t want to share me but he would do it because it was what I desired. I was relieved, because I had not changed my mind about wanting to keep them both; Thranduil acting as a buffer to dull the pain that Haldir would cause me. I had to keep him for that reason and if I wanted to keep him, I’d better treat him right and not resent him for intruding on our perfect day.

Forcing a smile, I brought the towel to Thranduil and wrapped it around his shoulders. He pulled me into a hug and kissed me deeply as he held my head still with one large hand. I responded, not letting myself think about Haldir for the moment. I was glad that I’d had the wine now, because I was much more relaxed than I would have been otherwise and I tried to send that message to Haldir with my mind. He stood from where he lay on the bearskin rug and walked over to pull out a second bottle of wine. I guessed that he had gotten my message.

“I think that the two of you started without me,” Thranduil admonished us, calmer now.

“Drinking?” I asked innocently. “Yes we did.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he told me, stopping to quickly shed his wet clothing. I dried him off and in doing so I could see that he was ready for the party to start. I was surprised that he hadn’t thrown me to the rug yet and had his way with me. He was showing more self-control than I’d even seen from him.

Haldir handed him a glass of wine and put one in my hand, too. I guess that they both knew that I needed fortification for what was going to happen. I tried to keep my hands from shaking as I sipped the Merlot and waited.

Sitting down in the cottage’s only chair, Thranduil made himself comfortable as he swirled the wine in his glass. I tried not to notice his prominent erection, but it was hard to miss as he sat with one leg flung casually over the arm of the chair. Haldir, for a change, was quite the opposite and I was surprised. I had been under the definite impression that he wanted this and I wondered why his excitement was not more visible. Finishing off his wine, Thranduil stood now and took my empty glass from me as well, placing them both on the small table where the wine bottle stood. I wasn’t sure what to do, but in a matter of seconds, he had wrapped his arms around me and was kissing the back of my neck. I could feel him as he pressed against me from behind.

“Sin-da,” he whispered into my ear in a singsong voice as he reached around to cup my breasts, “I believe that the Marchwarden needs to be inflated.”

Haldir smiled at the remark, taking my hand and leading me to the chair, where he sat down. Before I could kneel in front of him, he pulled me onto his lap for a long, deep kiss. I saw that look in his eyes again as I dropped down onto my knees before him, though there was lust there, too. It didn’t take long at all to inflate him and I heard the corresponding change in his breathing as he continued to stroke my hair.

Thranduil moved behind me and began to run his hands along my back and bottom. I think he was watching me work on Haldir, too, because he seemed more preoccupied than normal. It didn’t take him long to decide that watching wasn’t enough and soon I felt his knee move between my legs, nudging them apart. He used his hand on me first and it’s a good thing because I was still very tense. I tried to concentrate on Haldir as I used my mouth on him but it wasn’t long until I felt Thranduil’s hard length enter my body. I was relieved beyond belief that he had chosen the correct entrance. The other could wait for a while, though I knew that it was inevitable. It was strange trying to concentrate on both of them and I found myself losing my rhythm with Haldir, which had to have been frustrating to him. It didn’t take me long to realize that Thranduil could handle things on his end by himself and I needed only to concentrate on Haldir. I was able to find a rhythm that worked with Thranduil’s movements and it didn’t take Haldir long at all until he cried out and clutched at my hair. That wasn’t the only way I knew that he was done, of course, and I wiped my mouth off after he pulled out. He continued to stroke my hair and hold eye contact with me as Thranduil kept up his unrelenting pace, but every once in a while I saw him glance further back and I knew that he was watching the other elf as he pounded into me. I could also see the effect that it was having on Haldir and I wondered if he wanted me to take him into my mouth again. He shook his head no, and watched my face as I was finally taken over the edge along with Thranduil. I laid my head on Haldir’s lap as the last of the waves of pleasure rushed over me. Thranduil, in turn, rested his head upon my back for a moment as his breathing returned to normal.

I tensed up when the king moved away, wondering what was going to happen next, but I was relieved to see him bring me my wine glass back, with just a small amount of wine in it this time.

“I do not wish for you to be drunk tonight, Sinda, but I know that it helps you to relax,” he explained.

He was right about that, though I thought that getting drunk might help me relax a lot more. They reversed their positions next, and I was happy to have gotten off the hook once again. This time Thranduil sat in the chair while Haldir took me from behind. Now that I was more comfortable with the situation, it was interesting to note the differences in the two elves. Everything from the way they moved inside me to how they touched me. Thranduil did not stroke my hair, but lay back and let me pleasure him as he watched. When I slowed down, he reminded me. Haldir did not grab my hips and slam into me from behind, though he had done that on more than one previous occasion. Instead, he leaned over me and kissed my back and my neck as he made love to me.

We moved to the rug next and I knew that my time was up when Thranduil produced a small bottle of oil. I tensed up immediately and turned to Haldir who held me close, promising me that I would enjoy it.

“It will feel uncomfortable, but it will not hurt you, Sinda,” he assured me. I already knew that but I kept my mouth shut. Thranduil didn’t.

“She knows how it feels,” Thranduil stated. “She just doesn’t know how it will feel with both of us at once.”

I cringed against Haldir’s chest, wishing Thranduil had kept quiet. It took a second for his words to sink in and Haldir pulled back a bit when they did.

“You have done this? With him?” he asked me, surprised.

I felt terrible. Haldir had never even suggested it and now I realized that it was because he knew that I was worried about it. There was no doubt that he was bothered by the revelation.

“Yes,” I said, not meeting his eyes.

“I guess that makes this your turn,” Thranduil said, handing the bottle to Haldir.

I sent Haldir a message, telling him that I was sorry and he smiled slightly. He was still upset. I added the message that I would have done it with him if he had asked. I also briefly explained that Thranduil had been very insistent, but I didn’t go into detail. I left out the parts about the ropes and gag, not sure if Haldir would appreciate that or not.

“I understand,” he whispered to me, kissing my ear in the process. I believed him.

Thranduil lay back on his elbows with his legs outstretched and motioned for me to come to him. Hesitating only momentarily, I left Haldir’s embrace, our fingertips entwining briefly as I walked away. The Mirkwood elf helped me to lower myself onto his shaft but once he was fully sheathed inside me, he pulled me down to his chest and held me tightly in place as Haldir approached. I tensed up the second I felt his hand touch my back, wine or no wine. Understanding, he took his time, positioning himself over my body and around Thranduil’s legs, but not entering me. He whispered soothingly into my ear as he ran his hands over my back and down my legs, even reaching down to pleasure me with his hand before remembering that Thranduil was already there. He quickly pulled back.

I was beginning to grow relaxed now, thanks to Haldir’s patience but when I felt his warm body leave me, I started to panic again. I saw Thranduil glance up towards Haldir then nod his head almost imperceptibly. He had been told to distract me, I’m sure because that’s what he did. He parted my teeth with his tongue and ravished my mouth at the same time that he began to move slowly up into me. I began to forget about Haldir and what was going to happen as Thranduil’s distractions took effect. Suddenly, he wasn’t moving anymore and Haldir was back, slowly slipping an oil-slicked finger into my tight opening as Thranduil deepened his kiss.

“Relax, Sinda,” Haldir whispered into my ear.

I tried to do that as my body adjusted to the foreign element in it. This felt different than when it had just been Thranduil and it was taking me longer to grow accustomed to it. Haldir added a second finger and worked them around a little, which helped. When he pulled them out, I tensed up again, my breathing short and choppy as I waited for his next move. Again, Thranduil went to work with his distraction techniques while Haldir was busy applying some of the oil to himself, or so I assumed. When I felt him again, it was not his finger that was nudging at my opening and I uttered a small cry. Thranduil made eye contact with him again before catching me in another of his intense kisses as he caressed my body. It was almost enough to make me forget about what Haldir was doing but not quite. I know I whimpered at one point because it started to hurt, but Haldir stopped and waited a moment before progressing at an even slower pace. For the first time, I wished that these two elves were not so well endowed and I wondered if it was a trait that all elves shared. Thranduil continued to kiss me, holding my face lightly with his fingertips as Haldir pressed onward. When he was finally as far as he was going to go, he stopped, allowing some time for me to adjust to the invasion.

“Look at me, Sinda,” Thranduil said now, as I felt Haldir withdraw slightly. I held eye contact with the king and it didn’t feel quite as uncomfortable when Haldir moved back in for the second time. I could tell from the sounds being issued behind my back that he was having a difficult time holding back and that excited me. His thrusts soon became longer and harder, and as he built a rhythm, Thranduil began one of his own, with me sandwiched between them. While it was still uncomfortable, it was also a good feeling to be completely surrounded by elf. You just couldn’t knock that. As they both moved together, I tried to just close my eyes and get through it, but Thranduil wouldn’t allow it.

“This is for you, too, Sinda,” he reminded me as he reached down and began to use his hand on me. That helped. So did the sounds of Haldir grunting into my ears as his speed increased. I quickly drew close to the edge and that was when Thranduil’s hand disappeared.

“Not yet,” he told me, increasing his own speed now too.

It was Haldir who finished first, his breath suddenly coming in short spurts for a couple of seconds before he yelled out my name. That did it for me too and I reached my climax as I stared into Thranduil’s eyes. I saw by the look on his face that it had been a chain reaction and he, too, spent himself inside me. Though it was Thranduil who was only inches away from my face, I turned my head to kiss Haldir first. The king was next.

“How was it, Sinda?” Thranduil asked me, stroking my cheek as Haldir pulled out.

“Not bad,” I admitted, grudgingly.

“Not bad?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Very nice,” I amended. That did not mean that it was something I was going to work into my regular schedule. I hoped he understood that without my saying anything.

By the time I grew tired, they had each taken me several different ways. Sometimes it would be all three of us and other times it would be Thranduil alone while Haldir held me or kissed me. It was never just Haldir but I thought that he must have been satisfied with the fact that he already had me for himself for most of the week. When I got sore and tired, I told them that we would have to stop. Thranduil tried to convince me otherwise, as usual, but Haldir stepped in and put an end to it. There was a brief argument between the two of them, but it was in Elvish and I didn’t understand more than a few words. I could tell a few things from their body language and the inflections of their words, and it seemed as though Thranduil was accusing Haldir of something at one point. Haldir looked away, making me think that whatever the accusation was, it must be true.

It was Thranduil’s last words that were branded into my mind before Haldir swiftly put a hand on my forehead and sent me to sleep. In English, the king had said, “You fool. She is a mortal!”

~To be continued~