Strange Allies

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A/N: Slowly he has decided to speak to me again. I have a feeling (judging by his behavior) that there is much more angst to come! Get your tissues ready! (But first we must have more "hawt" sex per his MO).

Vi Janaway - "a dream that almost came true". What a very eloquent way to put that! Indeed, she must settle things with Legolas one way or another. She still loves him and could not do something like leave him with no explanation. That would be cruel and she cannot be cruel to him (I won't let that happen! I am too fond of Legolas to let him get hurt too badly!)

Naira - welcome back! Seems there's been a rash of internet problems lately! Hope it's fixed! Yes, quite a bit has happened!

Sandra - As far as "those words" go - well, I don't want to ruin it for you so I won't say what happens but you probably can guess based on his personality. lol! To be perfectly honest with you, no, I had absolutely NO IDEA it would turn into such a saga. None whatsoever. So many times I had an ending ready, waiting, thinking that he must end it because it could end logically but he always threw me for a loop. Now I feel we must truly be approaching the end because he has grown more silent and what he will show me is so sad that it just makes me want to hug him (and normally I just want to slap him silly!) I'm very pleased that you are enjoying it so completely and I have to thank you for being a dedicated reader/reviewer!

Rose Atlee - He grins at you. I think he would take you up on your offer if I weren't threatening him with bodily harm to finish this! lol! Things get worse before they get better as far as the sadness goes. We all know he must leave and that is going to be a Bad Thing. Be needing a box of tissues, we all will!

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“Now stop,” Haldir chided her. “We haven’t much time and I, for one, do not want to spend it dwelling on something that may happen. As you are so fond of reminding me, little one, there are only possibilities, not absolutes.”

Annowe made a sound between a snort, a sob and a laugh and nipped his collarbone in reply. He was correct. Not even Galadriel could see the future so clearly for it was always in motion, always changing based on the choices one made in the present. Was there a chance he could be spared the pain?

Silently she caressed his broad chest as she slowly raised her eyes to his. He watched her small hand sliding over his skin, sending a delicious chill through him. Yes, the bliss would outweigh the pain for several long years for it would take her some time to teach the young prince if he were willing to learn. By then the March Warden would be safe in Valinor although he doubted if it would ease the pain if Legolas did somehow manage to break the bond between them.

Tenderly Haldir took her hand in his and kissed each of her fingertips as he let his desire reach for her. She sighed softly as she felt his first tentative caress, wanting to feel him again so completely. Yes, the pain would be worth it. She would make the pleasure so overwhelming to him that it would erase the pain. It was the least she could do for him considering how blatantly she had used him for her own selfish purposes.

He smiled at her, feeling her desire. Yes, he would take all she would give him. Who had used whom in this bizarre love triangle? As if it mattered! Had they all not benefited handsomely from their alliance? Haldir smiled wider at the thought and pushed her over on to her back so he could suckle her leisurely.

She gasped and clinched her fingers in his flaxen hair, writhing in pleasure. He moaned, running his tongue leisurely over her hard nipple as his hand squeezed her firm thigh.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want you!”

He raised his eyes to her. “Let me feel your full desire for me then!” He murmured against her breast.

But was unprepared for the full sensation of her lust and gasped quite loudly when she allowed him to feel it completely. It nearly blinded him with the white hotness of it pouring from her and over him.

He trembled for a split second before allowing it to wash completely over him, engulfing him totally in her want.

“Yes, little one,” he hissed in pleasure, holding her close and gazing deeply into her eyes. “It is more fierce than I ever suspected.”

She smiled slightly, pleased that she had managed to hide some things from him. Perhaps he could not see everything in her, only what she would let him.

“Give me yours then,” she challenged, her eyes gleaming. “Let me feel your full desire.”

He arched one brow in amusement at her eagerness for him. “Beware of what you wish for, little one, for I will give it to you,” he warned only half jokingly.

When another wave her want hit him full force, he decided to let her feel what he had been feeling for her for so very long now. Sliding up her body, he placed his lips on hers and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Hold on to me,” he breathed, gripping her tightly.

Her eyes widened slightly but she obeyed him. Slowly, she could feel his desire creeping over her, growing steadily, spreading out to engulf her like ripples in a stream. Her body began to tingle and her heart began to race as she could feel him so completely again; his firm thighs pressing against hers, his hard muscular body touching her everywhere and his large graceful hands splayed over her back as his breath was hot on her lips.

She moaned softly as his desire continued to grow in her, overwhelming her in his want. Agonizingly she began to quiver and panted softly against his slightly parted lips. Oh, how she wanted him! Wanted to feel that reckless abandon that they had shared for so many nights before! But this time she would feel it completely and totally, body and soul. They would hold nothing back.

“Haldir,” she whispered urgently, biting at his full lips and digging her fingernails into his skin as she writhed against him. “I want you. I want you inside of me.”

“No,” he breathed. “Not yet.”

“Yes!” She hissed, kissing him desperately and squirming under him. Her body was beginning to ache for his now, his relentless desire smothering her, tormenting her, sending shivers through her entire being and she wanted him! She needed him inside of her!

“No,” he repeated softly, nibbling at her earlobe. “Give me your full desire again.”

Annowe panted heavily nearly insane with want for him. Haldir pulled his desire back only slightly so she could recover her mind enough to find her own desire. When it lashed at him again, he moaned helplessly.

“Yes,” he breathed encouragingly, his body growing tight with need for hers. But he wanted to prolong this, to drive them both to the edge of their reason before they physically joined.

Desperately, she covered his mouth with hers, squeezing him tightly as their desires climbed ever higher, engulfing them both in the overwhelming need they had kept inside for so long.

Haldir groaned inwardly knowing that he would not be able to hold out against her much longer. The fire she had ignited in him had become all consuming and it took every ounce of his considerable self control not to just take her mercilessly until he had his fill.

“Take me, my wicked March Warden,” she hissed at him, feeling his hesitation as her greedy hands groped at him. “The sun has not yet risen.”

He raised his eyes, surprised to find that the brightness that surrounded them was not the first rays of dawn, as he initially believed but the steadily increasing glow from their own bonding. He moaned and felt the last of his control slip away.

How long had he waited for this? To find a creature who match his own want? Why did he even care anymore? Desperately, they clung to each other as his body merged with hers again. They gasped in unison as the blissful sensation of their exquisite bond swept over them both, consuming them in the flames of their own need.

Annowe could not think clearly as Haldir was everywhere, filling her, touching her merging with her. She could only feel him; his want, his need and it was absolutely wonderful!

“Haldir,” she breathed, wanting to say his name over and over as she drowned in him. What a sweet death it would be! Consumed by his passion! Smothered with his beautiful flesh!

He moaned helplessly as he drove himself against her, feeling her lust and tenderness racing through him, probing him and inflaming his own passion like wind to a fire. His body shook as she continued to pour her desire into him. Yes! He wanted all of her! Every last breath of hers should be his and his alone!

“More,” he commanded her, his body sweating and trembling with restraint as he climbed higher on her desire.

She cried out softly against his shoulder and wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him desperately for fear that the bright glow around them would completely devour her. But she obeyed him and poured the last of herself into him.

He sighed as he felt her give him everything. She feared neither his desire nor her own.

“Yes,” he moaned, eagerly kissing her neck. He would return it to her ten fold and she would take it! She could take it all!

Annowe could feel him rapidly approaching climax and felt herself racing through his veins as the pleasure rose inside of him. When the first wave of orgasm crashed against him she cried out in surprise and he smothered the sound with his mouth. She could feel his pleasure pouring through him, blinding him, releasing him into her and her heart quailed briefly. Would she be able to survive this relentless bliss? How much of him self could he give her?

Wave after wave of his white-hot lust lashed against her and she held his shaking body tightly as he gasped and moaned in her arms, pouring himself into her completely.

“Yes,” he gasped hoarsely as he filled her, his hips still thrusting in their own rhythm against her as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Suddenly she could feel the wave building inside of her as it had in him and she whined understanding what was to come. She gripped him so tightly he thought she would crush the wind from him as she prepared herself for release.

“Haldir,” she gasped, feeling him racing through her, riding the wave of her ultimate pleasure, filling her with his presence.

He tightened his grip on her and gazed into her wild eyes as she began to tremble under him. She would return it to him now and he wanted it. He needed to feel it in her!

“Yes, little one,” he breathed. “Come now. Give yourself to me again!”

When her pelvis jerked upwards he moaned for her, feeling her contract tightly on his still firm shaft. She cried out softly into his mouth and he shivered at the sound, needing more of her, willing her to pour herself out for him yet again.

“All of you,” he hissed desperately against her panting mouth as she continued to writhe under him.

Annowe moaned helplessly as her body twisted wildly against him threatening to burst apart with the overwhelming pleasure. Her fingers dug into his back as she held on to him for dear life. How much more could she give him? He was taking everything – drinking her in like one dying of thirst and yet he still wanted more! But there was nothing more to give him! He had it all!

His own body shook at her release, feeling her ecstasy and reckless abandon as she gave herself up to him completely. He moaned as he continued to gaze into her dark eyes, veiled now with the pleasure of orgasm.

“Yes,” he breathed, sliding his tongue between her lips and feeling the heat of her subside somewhat.

He had taken her – he had taken what she had to give him and although it had nearly blinded him with the intensity of it, he wanted it again. He could not get enough of her. She made him feel so completely alive after the coldness that Glorfindel had left behind.

Her grip eased slightly on him when she no longer felt like she would be torn apart by the pleasure of him and she could almost feel the haze of their desire change to a muted pink color as they began to relax in each others embrace allowing the first rays of dawn to settle over them.

Opening her eyes, she was not surprised to see that she was correct. Even Haldir’s flawless skin glowed pink in the mist they had created and she ran her hands over his bottom and back tracing the contours of his muscles where it touched their desire.

He moaned softly into her neck at her gentle caress, enjoying the sensation of her fingers tracing his spine then smoothing his damp hair from his brow. Yes, he would treasure their days together like the finest mithril but it was far more precious to him. And no matter what happened, even if their bond was broken, he would always have the blissful memories of this time with her.

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