Killing Beauty

A wild ride, over a stony ground
Such a lust for life, the circus comes to town
We are the hungry ones, on a lightning raid
Just like a river runs, like a fire needs flame
I burn for you!
I gotta feel it in my blood
Oh whoa. I need your touch, don't need your love
And I want, and I need, and I lust....animal (repeat)

I cry wolf, given mouth to mouth
Like a moving heartbeat at the witching hour
I'm running with the wind, a shadow in the dust
And like the driving rain, yeah, Like the restless rust, I never sleep, I gotta feel it in my blood
(repeat chorus)

Gonna hunt you like an animal
Gonna take your love and run
I gotta feel it in my blood...........Def Leppard

You have no idea how many times I listened to this song to write this chapter.
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Rumil lowered his bow and ran to his brother's side. Jerking the dark elf off Haldir's body, he knelt on one knee and tried to ascertain how serious Haldir's wound was. There was so much blood it unnerved him. Picking up Haldir's shoulders, holding him with one arm against his body, he felt the back of his head for any injury and found a good sized knot.

"Brother, wake up," he quietly pleaded and stroked his face. "Please, before Ashva sees you." He was certain she would think the worst if she arrived and found him holding Haldir this way. Perhaps even Orophin would be distressed. "Haldir, please."

The torn breast heaved in pain and wounded eyes opened to his brother's face. How was it that he was still alive? "Where?" he asked hoarsely.

"There," Rumil said and pointed to the prostrate body.

Haldir turned his head and stared at Kalan. Two arrows pierced his body, but the dark elf was still alive. Hearing photosteps coming, knowing it was Orophin and Ashva, he said, "Help me to my feet."

"You should rest a moment," Rumil advised.

"On my feet," Haldir persisted and clutched at Rumil's shoulder. He would not have them see him this way. Rumil grabbed his left arm and pulled him to his feet. Haldir pulled his cloak around so it hid the wound. He wouldn't be able to hide it indefinantly, but he would be able to conceal it long enough to get out of Minas Tirith.

Ashva broke into tears of relief when she saw him standing upright and Kalan on the ground, Rumil's arrows deep in his body. Running to Haldir, she reached for him, but he stopped her, saying, "You were right about my shoulder. It sores me deeply."

She took a step back. "But you are all right otherwise?" she asked suspiciously, the hurt in his eyes running deep. The smell of blood was thick in the air, but she wrote that off to Kalan. Kalan. Why was he still breathing? If they didn't kill him, he would only try it again.

"Why didn't you finish him?" she asked bitterly.

"He is dying," Haldir assured her. "We will have no elf blood on our hands."

"But he didn't care about you. He would have......." She stopped, the pain in his eyes was almost palatable. Something else was wrong. Why was he bound in his cloak on such a warm night? Had Kalan hurt him?

"We need to go," he said and moved away from her. "Elrohir, can you ride with your brother?"

"Yes."

"Then let's ride. If we hurry, we can make the healers house before noon."

While the others mounted their horses or helped Elrohir with his brother, Ashva knelt beside Kalan. He was dying, but she wanted to make sure no miracle healer found him and saved his evil hide. Touching his flawless face, she found the core of his being and crushed it. He died without ever knowing who killed him.
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The elves rode out of Minas Tirith just as the guards higher in the city were found by their companions. Orophin and Rumil had been careful not to really hurt them, but the fact that they had been successfully bested by intruders set off alarms. But there was nothing the Gondorians could do about it. Haldir had his small group pointed back towards the northwest, their horses little more than ghosts in the dark.
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Tarla was feeding her grandmother's cow in the shed behind the house when she saw the elves approaching. They had found the missing twin, but he looked bad, his head lying back on his brother's shoulder. The oldest brother was also not sitting his horse right. Rumil was riding close to him on one side and Ashva on the other. Haldir would not suffer either of them to get too close, his pride interfering with his common sense.

Ashva by now knew of his wound, and she would have cursed him for his stubborness if it weren't for the fact that he was suffering
because of it. Pride. Stubborn pride! But it was all right to nearly collapse into Orophin's arms, sliding out of the saddle because he couldn't dismount normally. Pride, stubborn pride! he would wait for the healer to tend to Elladan first. Elladan had suffered more.

Tarla helped her grandmother wash and bind Elladan's wounds with healing herbs, while Elrohir sat with him and crooned softly. Then it was Haldir's turn. While Belea prepared more herbs, Tarla bathed the wound with warm water and clean rags, washing away any dirt or grime that clung to the injury. Ashva watched her and thought her care too tender, her head too close to his. This was not acceptible. Orophin grabbed her arm and lead her outside before she said anything.

"Why are we out here?" she demanded.

"To save Tarla from your wrath," he mused.

"She was getting too familar with him," she protested.

Orophin laughed, as much at her as in relief that they were headed home. "Our Haldir is a miraculous elf, but I do not believe he has seduction on his mind right now," he teased.

"She might," Ashva growled softly.

"That is possible," he admitted, "but it is wasted on that one. Haldir desires only sleep now so he can heal."
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Haldir did not want to lie under a roof away from the night sky, so his brothers and Ashva made a small camp outside of town. And he slept under their watchful eyes. As night descended on them, they dared a small fire in a sheltered area, where Ashva silently watched him. He was so beautiful it made her heart ache. Unable to stay away she crawled towards him, her eyes fixed on his face. She moved even closer, her hair falling as a veil around their faces. She breathed the air he breathed, and when she bent even closer and brushed his lips, she did not notice at first the way his eyes regained their focus. He was awake. He returned her kiss, so slow and seductively she could have died against his lips and been content.

She licked his mouth and gently bit his chin. She hungered for him, for his flesh, for his body. But this night was for him alone. She wanted nothing in return, only to pleasure him. And she didn't care if either of his brothers watched. She almost wanted them to see how beautiful their brother was. So careful to avoid his hurts, she positioned herself over him on her hands and knees. Returning to his mouth, she teased his tongue, slowly, seductively, drawing it out with hers. Then, so close they could have kissed, she took his breath into her body, just the tips of their tongues touching as they shared the same air. Just a hair breath's closer and she would have sealed her mouth over his, but she didn't.

Moving back to his chin, she tasted him again and let her tongue slide over the taunt skin down to his throat. She loved the feel of the strong pulse beneath her lips, the taste of salt. She nuzzled him, inhaling his scent until her senses swam. He was clothed, but she used the side of her face, rubbing him like a cat, to expose skin. She had to be careful....so very careful not to put any weight on him. Her breath, warm and moist, inflamed his skin beneath the tunic where she was able to touch him. She licked him and regretted not being able to claim a tender nipple. She would have suckled him until he could stand no more if she had been able to get to one.

Rising up, she moved down and crouched like a tiger over his waist. Catching the edge of the tunic in her teeth, she moved forward. She had his belly exposed. Licking and biting the exposed skin, she rubbed her face over his erection, still contained by his leggings. Cocking her head, mesmerized by his eyes, eyes that were inflamed with desire, she rose a little and unlaced his leggings. He raised his hips to help her get them down far enough.

AShva studied his erection a moment and then ran her face over it, letting her hair add to the sensation. She then took the head in her mouth and suckled it, her tongue swirling under the sensitive glans. He moaned softly and raised one knee. Ashva paused just a moment, licked a finger, and inserted it inside of him. His eyes almost glazed over then, when she sucked his cock and fucked him with her finger. Sometime along the way, she inserted a second finger.

Taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, she lightly raked him with her teeth. Then opening the back of her throat, she took all of him. With her fingers as deep as they could go, she took to the edge of perfection and then drove him over it. Haldir made very little noise as he collapsed in on himself, the pleasue far out weighing the pain.

AShva fixed his clothing as he sank back into the healing sleep. Then she curled beside him, careful to avoid his injured body.