Filling Santa's shELVES

Disclaimer: I don't own anything even remotely connected to Tolkien's universe, and will not profit from this writing in any way. Seriously - I won't get a single, solitary nickel. Not even a coupon for fifty cents off a diet Coke. It’s pathetic.

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Filling Santa's ShELVES - A Twisted Christmas Story

A/N: I'm upping the rating of this story to NC17, since I felt that it needed more oomph than the previous rating allowed.


Chapter 6

Haldir continued to pace, his hands behind his back, his forehead furrowed with frustration. He did not want to do this…he hated being forced by Saruman to do anything, but to be forced to not only take this young elleth, but to impregnate her was intolerable.

Elur sat in the same position, her hands tightly clenched in her lap, her eyes downcast, but she surreptitiously watched him from the corner of her eye. These Elves were nothing like the men who worked for Santa. Those men were crude and unfeeling, while these Elves seemed to be genuinely upset over the situation, which actually made her feel a little better about it. Still, watching the one called Haldir pace, frowning, his shoulders shaking with anger, was more than a little frightening.

Suddenly, Haldir stopped, heaving a great sigh. Turning to Elur, he spread his hands, saying, "I am sorry, Elur. I just cannot think of another viable solution to this problem. I cannot risk an Elfling being killed…and I have no doubt that Saruman would do it if we were to defy his wishes."

"It is all right, Haldir. I understand, and I do not wish for any of the little ones to be hurt, either. I care very much for all of them. When one of them is taken away, it breaks my heart…" she said softly, her voice cracking as tears welled in her eyes at the memories of the ones who had been lost.

Haldir sat next to her on the bed, gathering her in his arms while she softly keened her grief. His resolve to make Saruman pay strengthened at the pain the evil wizard had caused this young elleth. Ripped from her family and home, forced to do his bidding, watching Elflings she cared for disappear, knowing that they would not return, and now this…it was heartbreaking and he wondered how she managed to survive and not fade from the grief. She must be stronger than he would have given her credit for, being as timid as she appeared.

For the first time in her life Elur felt safe, wrapped in the strong Elf's arms while her tears rolled freely down her face. When she finally felt drained, she was surprised to also feel lighter, as if sharing her grief with another soul had lifted some of the burden she had carried for so long. She tipped her head up to look at Haldir, somehow no longer afraid to meet his eyes. They were such lovely eyes, too…a deep, sparkling gray under dark, smooth brows. Right at this moment they were looking back at her with compassion, and the stirrings of something else - something she was beginning to feel as well.

Haldir lifted his hand to softly stroke her cheek, wiping the remnants of her tears from them. He tried to keep his thoughts on her sad existence here, her pain, but he couldn't help notice how very beautiful she was with her soft gray, wide eyes framed by incredibly thick lashes and delicately arching brows. His fingers felt her tears, but they also felt her soft, warm skin, and her silky, silvery hair, even lighter than his own. His face felt her sweet breath as she gazed up at him, her full lips slightly parted, his own lips suddenly burning to taste them.

Her eyes widened as he dipped his head down slowly, brushing his lips against hers. She gasped as his touch caused a white-hot fire to shoot from her belly to that secret place between her legs. Often Santa's men had roughly touched her when they thought no one was looking, but never had any made her feel the way this simple kiss had done.

Haldir pulled back, not wanting to push her too far too fast. He gazed into her eyes, searching for any sighs of stress, but all he saw was rising passion, and a slight look of wonder. He smiled at her, smoothing her hair with his fingers.

"Please…do that again," she whispered, tentatively lifting a hand to touch his cheek. "Please…"

His only reply was to kiss her again, this time more firmly, more urgently than before. Fire coursed through her veins as she began to return his kiss, feeling his tongue slip between her lips, softly dancing with her own. Once again, he pulled back, searching her eyes. This time, it was she who lifted herself up to find his mouth with her own, her arms snaking around his neck, her fingers tangling themselves in his silken hair.

Separating, he smiled gently at her, although his eyes shone with a passion that nearly stopped her breath. He stood, taking her with him, bending his head to nuzzle softly at her neck, sending shivers down her spine as his lips suckled the tender flesh. His strong hands were gentle as he drew her gown down over her shoulders to let it slip to the floor, puddling at her feet. She shivered with more than the chill in the air when she felt his warm fingers caress her bare skin.

Scooping her up in his arms, he carefully lay her on the cot, his eyes taking in all of her, his fingers barely brushing her skin as they skimmed up the length of her body from her hip to her face. Bending to kiss her once more, he smiled reassuringly at her as he stood and began to unfasten the jumpsuit he wore.

Kicking off his work boots, he quickly shed the jumpsuit and stood naked before her. Judging from her blush, she had never seen an adult male this way before, and he stood quietly, giving her some time to get used to the sight.

She wanted to avert her eyes, feeling a hot blush sweep over her, but she couldn't tear her gaze from him. He was magnificent, sculpted and toned, each muscle clearly defined, and she found herself feeling uncharacteristically brazen, wishing to run her fingers over each one of them.

His sex was throbbing with need, and he relied heavily on his lifelong training in self-control and discipline to keep from throwing himself on her, taking her fast and hard. Reminding himself that she had never been touched helped, as did several deep breaths and a conscious relaxing of his muscles. Slowly, he approached the cot, his movements nearly imperceptible. He lay down next to her, pulling her into his arms. She came willingly, surprisingly so…and he realized that her need was as great as his own.

Finding her lips again, he kissed her long and deeply, allowing his hand to graze the delicate skin of her throat, slowly working its way down to cup her breast. Teasing her nipple with his thumb, his lips followed the same path, slowly, to finally taste the sweet, hard bud with his tongue.

Elur began to move under him, no longer feeling shy or timid, so completely engulfed by the fire that burned in the core of her being fanned by his attentions. Haldir smiled into her breast, feeling her reaction to him, and welcoming it. He moved lower still, his tongue tracing wet paths across her flat belly, his lips bestowing feathery soft kisses on her inner thighs, to finally slip in and taste the sweetness hidden in the thatch of pale curls between her legs.

Gently separating her legs with his hands to allow him full access to her depths, he took his time, enjoying it as much as she obviously was, judging from the thrusting of her hips, and the low moans from her throat. Slipping his hands under her rear, cupping her cheeks, he lifted her slightly, delving her mystery with his tongue, lapping at the honey he found there, driving her close to her release.

Stopping his ministrations, he rose between her legs, looking at her tenderly, although through desire hooded eyes, his Elfhood poised at her entrance. Wrapping her legs around his waist, carefully he eased himself into her, while his thumb circled and teased at her nub, quickly bringing her back to the point of no return. As she felt her first orgasm rip through her, her back arching from the cot, he pushed through her maidenhead, rupturing the barrier and sheathing himself fully within her channel. A few strokes was all it took to bring him to the edge, a moan torn from his throat as he spilled his seed within her, directing conception almost as an afterthought.

He collapsed nearly on top of her, supporting himself on one elbow, kissing her deeply. Rolling to the side, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close, whispering endearments into her soft, fragrant tresses. She trembled against him, burrowing closer, unable to speak because of the floodgate of emotions that flowed through her.


Looking down at her, his arms holding her tight, he whispered, "Are you alright, Elur?" When she simply nodded against his chest, he continued, "Do you feel it?"

"Yes…she speaks to me already," Elur whispered, taking his hand and pressing it to her belly.

"She?" Haldir thought, allowing himself to sense the fluttering of new life through the connection he now held with Elur. "A daughter." Although his touch remained gentle, his expression soft, his heart melting at the thought of the new life he had just helped create, a part of him - the warrior - hardened, knowing he would walk through fire to protect those that were his.

They remained that way for quite a while, until finally they dressed, and knocked at the door to signal the completion of the deed.