Haldir's First Love

Title: Haldir’s First Love
Type: FPHet
Author: Lori Anne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/OFC, Rúmil/OFC, Orophin/OFC
Warning: OFC describes her rape in ch. 6 & graphic sexual content in several chapters.
Disclaimer: Tolkien is the master, not me! I own nothing except my OFC’s and one lowly OMC. I have made nor intend to make nothing from this story except one or two Haldir fans sated.
Beta: Alex -- the best, the best, the best
Timeline: Before, during and After the fellowship (which is inconsequential to this story)
Notes: Enjoy!!!!
Summary: After a torturous week, Lorinaura finds comfort in the arms of her childhood love.


Haldir's First Love

Chapter 7 Fatherly Advice and a Dream

Haldir felt as if he owned the world as they walked hand in hand to the southern gates. He was strolling through his beloved city, taking in the smells radiating from the Lady's garden. Hyacinth, Elanor and Nephredil filled the air this time of year. He had a reprieve from his border duty for at least a month, lending him the time to spend with his stunning and exquisite new wife. What could possibly be better than that? Nothing came to mind.

He looked over to her and saw her grinning back at him. That smile. He would never have believed this small thing could fill him with such delight, such joy. After everything she had gone through, that she could still laugh amazed him. She was so resilient. There were very few warriors, who if put to the same test, would come through it smiling.

She pulled his hand to her lips and broke the silence. "They are just ahead of us."

"Good," he said, nudging her off the stairway into the large alcove now becoming very dear to him. "We can be fashionably late while they pack the horses."

She could see the fire in his eyes and thought perhaps kissing his hand was not the most efficient way to get to the southern gate. However, it was the most exciting.

He put his finger under her chin lifting her eyes to his and again, asked for her hands. She immediately gave them to him and her body's defense response ensued. Her heart raced and her breath became shallow as he lifted her arms, entwining his fingers with hers. "Breathe deeply, Lorinaura. Know you are safe with me," he whispered and she obeyed, without question.

The feeling of dread tortured her. Images of the attack flooded her mind. She had to tell herself she was not there; she was here with her husband who would never hurt her. She stood before the elf who would do anything to keep her safe. Nevertheless, the terror was overwhelming. His voice was soothing and looking into his eyes was comforting, yet to have her arms restrained even by him…she felt she had to get away! Pull away! 'No! He would never hurt me,' she told herself, again and again.

He could feel the panic growing within her, so he did not restrain her. Instead, he pressed her between the alcove wall and himself. Raising her arms just above her head, he ran the back of his fingers, lightly, from her wrists down her arms to her waist. "Aura, can you feel my heart? Can you read my thoughts?"

"You are blocking them, slightly," she replied in a weak voice, vaguely aware others passed by them. "I could break through if you wish. It would not be difficult."

"No, let me tell you what I feel." He smoothed his hands back to hers, bringing them down, placing one around his waist and touching his lips to the inside of the other's wrist. When a slight whimper escaped her, he held her hand to his heart. "These feelings I have for you are very old, yet they are new. I am desperate for your smile and your touch. I cannot get enough of you. There are things I have dreamt of doing with you…to you." He kissed her just below her ear. "Many things to please you like nothing else," he whispered placing another kiss on her neck. "And to do these things, you cannot be afraid of me. I will keep asking you to trust me until you do."

She wrapped both arms around him and kissed him, lightly at first, but with each passing moment, he deepened it to such an extent she could feel everything around her drifting away. All there was in the world was the two of them. When he pulled back from her, a languid smile came over him while he nuzzled her nose with his own. "I still cannot believe you allow me to love you."

"I would have begged for your love," she whispered and then glanced over his shoulder. "Haldir, I think Galadriel would like us to move along now."

"And here I thought she would have learned her lesson after this morning," he said gruffly. "I assumed she would not be willing to enter the mind of another so soon!"

"Oh, she hasn't," began Lorinaura.

"She is standing behind you, my dear," finished Galadriel, with her arms crossed over her chest and tapping her foot lightly; a stance she took often when they were elflings.

Haldir felt his face turning red, he closed his eyes briefly, quite embarrassed the Lady overheard his remark and then turned to her. "Mae Govannen, Galadriel. Are you ready to go, so soon?"

"Yes, I am afraid we have delayed long enough. Could you possibly do me a favor, though?"

"Anything," he stated simply.

"Celeborn and I are not as youthful as we once were. Will you please let us get out of the city and far away from your...imagination, before you kill us both?"

Trying not to cringe in front of her at the thought, he agreed, "I can only try, my lady. I shall have to practice keeping my thoughts to myself."

"Thank you," she said as she took one of Haldir's arms and Lorinaura took the other. "Congratulations to you both. I can only hope you will find as much happiness in your lives as Celeborn and I have found in ours." Then to Haldir's surprise, she began laughing profusely enough to have to stop and dry tears from her eyes.

He looked to Lorinaura and her face was set in pure innocence, but her eyes gave her away. There was not only laughter, but also a spark of mischievousness in them. Lorinaura opened her mouth and he quickly put a finger to it. "Not a word…I do not want to know!"

"Fine," she said and then gave his bottom a squeeze. He closed his eyes, stopping in his tracks and took a deep breath just before he turned to chastise her for groping in front of Galadriel. To his astonishment, the Lady herself squeezed the other side, rendering him speechless.

"You are quite right, Lorinaura, very taut, indeed. I will have to require Celeborn to…shall we say…exercise a bit more."

He closed his eyes again in utter defeat and took another deep breath. Removing their hands from his backside, he placed them in the crooks of his arms and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lord Celeborn's party readying to leave, just outside the gates. Orophin was leading Glorfindel’s horse while Rúmil held the reins of the Lord and Lady's steed.

Galadriel walked to Celeborn, looked over her shoulder at Haldir and then burst out laughing again. "He is glad to see you, my love," she revealed. "He believes himself to be safe now."

Celeborn smiled, speaking more to Haldir than to his wife. "He will eventually learn neither of us is safe from our wives. Ever!"

"My Lord, are you ready to depart?" asked one of the wardens chosen to make the journey with them.

"One moment please," he replied and then took Haldir aside. "Color, son. Think of your favorite color. Flood your mind with it when you feel them prying. It has worked for me these many millennia."

Haldir looked to him with great reverence, "At this point, I will try anything. Thank you for the advice."

"Not at all. It is as much to my benefit as it is yours right now, anyway…if you get my meaning." He did, indeed. "Now, with that taken care of, I believe you know everything you need to know. We will return a week or so after the main celebration. I am sure Galadriel will inform Lorinaura of when to expect us."

"I am sure," he said with a smirk.

"It is more difficult for her to speak directly to a non-telepath while not in close proximity, so she will relay other information as well. Keep Lorinaura very close at hand." Then realizing the implications, smiled slightly and said, "Well, you know what I mean."

"Yes my lord, I believe I do, and if you do not mind me saying so, you are as bad as your wife."

"Who do you think taught her to be as such?" Celeborn snorted a small laugh and then mounted their horse behind Galadriel. He whispered something obviously very naughty into her ear and she sounded a hearty, melodic laugh as she slapped his knee.

Haldir felt Lorinaura at his side, taking his hand. "They are the model couple, are they not?" she asked. "I can only hope we will still be as playful when we have been bound so long."

When they disappeared into the woods, he reached around her and grabbed her bottom, giving it a little squeeze. "I do not foresee a problem there, my dear. You will find me to be very, very playful," he growled.

They heard shrieking laughter from behind that actually startled them both. Turning toward the western forest, Haldir heard Celeborn yell in the distance, "TRY BLUE, SON!"

He immediately turned bright red and silently thanked the Valar that Orophin and Rúmil did not know what Celeborn meant. As if they, too, were now reading his thoughts, they both strode to him, smiling ear to ear.

"See, I knew you would eventually be my sister," said Rúmil to Lorinaura and then he bowed before her with his hand to his heart.

Orophin took her by the hand, briefly touching his lips to its back. "Welcome to our family. May all your days bring you nothing but joy, sister."

"Thank you, both," she said graciously and then pulled them to her in a great hug. She noticed Haldir shaking his head, but smiling as if he approved greatly.

"Why don't the two of you come to the house this evening? Bring a date and we will have dinner, to celebrate," said Haldir.

"Oh, I have been meaning to ask you," Lorinaura said to Rúmil. "How was your picnic by the river a few weeks ago?"

"Alas, my sweet little elleth backed out at the last moment. Can you believe she could possibly find something more interesting to do...than me?" he said, his hand held to his heart, feigning great injury. Haldir and Orophin both rolled their eyes.

Lorinaura jabbed Haldir in the ribs with her elbow and asked Rúmil, "Then perhaps you would allow me to make a suggestion on who to bring with you tonight?"

"You may, sister. I am all ears."

"You may want to consider bringing Yavannea. She is very witty, like you. But it is only a suggestion."

"I did not know she was in Caras Galadhon. I will certainly ask her…Oh no!" he said with a roguish smile, "Aura, you will have to forgive me…but I feel a poem coming on!"

"Rúmil, perhaps you could restrain yourself, just this once!" chided Haldir, giving him a look of warning.

"Haldir, Haldir, ye of such little faith," he said with a look of exasperation.

"I waited by the Anduin for my elleth fair,
I yearned to see her come to me with long and flowing hair.
But alas, she did not stay which wasn't very smart
And now sweet Yavannea has a chance at my heart."

"Rúmil, you are still as quick with rhyme as ever. I bow to your talent and grant you a kiss," she said dramatically and then kissed him on the cheek.

"Honestly, elleth, do not encourage him! You were not here for the year he spoke in nothing but rhyme. It was horrible and I do not wish to repeat it!" Orophin complained and then looked to his older brother. "Can you not control your wife, Haldir?"

"This particular elleth is my equal, I would never wish to control her,” he answered, pulling her hand to his lips. “She may do or say whatever her heart desires, with my complete support."

She looked into his eyes to see absolute devotion, but could not read his thoughts at all, now. For the last few moments, she had seen only the sky on a cloudless day. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to gain some understanding of why he was thinking of this and she could not pull even the simplest of images from him. He had blocked certain things before, but not his entire mind. This blue shield was like a blanket covering him, keeping her from seeing what was underneath and it must be an arduous task to keep himself obscured from her like this.

She thought perhaps, if she were to help him relax, he would drop his guard and let her see into him again. Without the connection, she felt isolated as if he did not stand before her, holding her hand. As she was pondering all this, she suddenly became aware she was getting caught up in her own thoughts, ignoring his brothers.

"Besides, I would watch what I say to Rúmil if I were you. In my absence, he is the acting Marchwarden. He could send you and your non-rhyming ways to the fences until the Lord and Lady return," Haldir said to Orophin, never taking his eyes from Lorinaura's.

With a look of great triumph gracing his face, Rúmil smiled wickedly at Orophin, "And if I send you to the fences, I shall have to go, as well, to rhyme the whole month through!"

"Gods, the whole lot of you are mad!" Orophin cried, seriously frustrated and rolling his eyes again. "My, how things have changed since you came home, Aura." The intensity with which she was staring at Haldir amazed him. "Aura?"

She looked to Orophin, a little startled, but not showing it in her face or voice. "Yes, Phinny, things have changed a great deal for us," she agreed, giving Haldir's hand a squeeze.

"When would you like us to be there?" asked Orophin, sighing. "Katarwë and I will bring the wine."

"How about just after dusk," she said. "Perhaps you would like to start a fire for us."

"I am up to the challenge and will not let you down, sister!"

"I am surprised you choose to live in your home now that you are bound," said Rúmil, laughing a little at Orophin's great excitement.

"I was not told I had a choice to make," Lorinaura said, looking to Haldir for an explanation.

"It never occurred to me that you would want to move from your parents’ home into mine. But if you would like to see, we could go there tomorrow," said Haldir.

"Sounds wonderful. Now, shall we go, we have a dinner to prepare?"

"Brothers, we will see you later this eve," Haldir said, letting Lorinaura lead him back toward the main stairs.

He tugged at her hand, pulling her back to him just before she stepped through the southern gates and onto the landing. "I have just thought of something a little closer," he said elusively and watched as her eyes squinted slightly while a rather dismal look overcame her. He leaned down and whispered lightly into her ear, "Please do not look so saddened, I will always be open to you, but I did give my word I would try to shield my thoughts until Galadriel gets well out of the city."

She smiled slightly, his words a great comfort to her. "I feel lonely without you," she said, a little poutier than she had intended.

"Lirimaer, I am right here. You are not alone." He grinned at her and thought, 'The old elf was right, color is the key.'

"Blue?" she asked a little wary of him, now wondering what her dear guardian and he had been discussing.

"Yes, blue," he replied simply. Turning to the west, they strode down a path lined with yellow Elanor and pale Nephredil, both breathing very deeply of the sweet fragrance and listening to the chatter of small birds. Occasionally a light breeze graced them and rustled the mellyrn leaves. "Come, I want to show you something you have not seen in a very long while."

Lorinaura took another deep breath, filling her head with the fragrant blossoms and then saw where he was leading her. "Oh, Hal! How is it possible? It is just how I left it!"

"Well, not quite, but close," he stated proudly. "Do you think you can climb?" She nodded and they both climbed up the ladder to the talan on which she spent so much time as an elfling.

Once at the top, she looked out into the woodland. "Do you know I often came here to think about you?"

"Do you know I often come here to think about you?"

"Well, you have taken very good care of it; I suppose if you ask nicely, I will still let you come here."

"I have paced and mended this floor, I have nurtured the tree in which this talan lies and I have even had many dreams of my wife here. This talan has been mine for two thousand years and I will not give it up without a fight. And for future reference, sass will get you nowhere with me!" The arrogant Marchwarden tone was coming in full force.

"Oh, really?" She raised her eyebrows and then sent him a small vision of him snuggling himself up to a pillow on the couch.

With the little smirk nearly wiped from his face, he timidly asked, "Perhaps, we could come to a compromise?" His eyes were wide and nearly pleading. "Do you think maybe we could share it?"

"I think that is a wonderful idea. Besides, I would miss holding you tonight."

"You are incorrigible!"

"And yet, you love me," she said boldly as she walked to the talan's edge.

"And yet, I love you," he whispered. Staring at her for a while, he watched as she walked along the talan's border assessing all the changes that had taken place within the forest.

"There was a tree just over there. What happened to it?” she asked, pointing to a barren spot.

"We had a great storm one evening and it was struck by lightning," he replied. "I was particularly saddened to see it destroyed. It was the tree in which I carved our initials when we were young."

"I know, why do you think I had Celeborn build my talan in this spot? I could see it from here," she said.

"You are rather frightening sometimes, Aura," he said, lowering his head, shaking it slightly as he opened a chest in the corner pulling out three quilts and spread them on the ground. "I told no one of that."

"I am a telepath," she said shrugging her shoulders a little. "Admittedly, I was not very good at it back then, but I could pick up on very strong, emotional images."

"How did you develop the ability?"

"Elrond and his twins helped me sharpen my skills."

"Elladan and Elrohir are telepathic?"

"Yes. Arwen is, as well, though we are the same age and she is not much better at it than me."

"I hear the twins have become quite the hunters since their mother left them. They visited the fences a few years back on their way to an Orc den. Though they were not very talkative, they did say they missed their elleth back home, greatly. They made it seem as if they shared her."

She blushed and looked him in the eye, "They did share her." His mouth dropped open and he looked at her utterly stunned. "Do not look at me as if you are shocked, melamin. While you have taken countless ellethin to your bed, I have only had two lovers. You could not possibly think I remained a virgin all this time?"

"No, I just assumed you and Mendolir were exclusive. That drove me crazy enough! I am not sure I wanted to know about Elrond's sons."

"Let me tell you a little story," she said gently, staring out into the woods. "When Mendolir and I arrived in Imladris, he thought he was in love with me. I knew it was a ploy to bed me to irritate you. However, he was very nice to me, very cordial and polite. He would come by my house and walk me to the library every morning and every afternoon, he would walk me home. I liked talking with him. He always had something interesting to say."

She broke her gaze and walked to him. Taking his outstretched hand, she let him pull her down, but instead of sitting to his side, she straddled him, wrapping her legs around his waist. His body reacted immediately, but he resisted the urge to undress her (for now) as his curiosity about this story had grown ten-fold since she mentioned it a few weeks ago.

"One afternoon, a year or so after our arrival there, it was particularly hot outside. Even the breeze from the falls would not squelch the heat. So, after walking me home, I invited him in for some tea." Feeling Haldir's hands creeping up her thighs, she looked to him for a moment, her eyes narrowed. "What are you doing?"

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you. To whom else would I be speaking?"

"Lirimaer, I am merely listening to your story. Please continue," he said, almost failing to keep the smile from his lips.

"Very well." She brought her fingers to his ears and caressed both at their tips for a few seconds until he closed his eyes, moaning. Red. He switched his thinking to red. She smiled, dropped her hands to his shoulders and began again. "Like I was saying, it was a very hot day and I had on a dress with long sleeves, as it is normally cool in the library. I asked Mendolir to fix us both a cup of tea and told him after a quick change, I would return. So, I went to my bedroom and slipped on a cooler dress"

"Looking back, I can see how he could have been…confused, because I had unbraided my hair and stepped out of the bedroom in a gown much like this one." She pointed to the thin straps of the gown she was now wearing. "Only that day, I chose one having a lower neckline."

Haldir raised his brow a little, smiling at her naivety and said, "Hmm. I can not imagine how he could get that confused." He leaned back propping himself up by his hands, thinking how wonderful she was.

"Sarcasm will do little for you at the moment," she chided. "Do you want to hear this, or not?"

He could watch and listen to her all day. One night he made the mistake of asking a lover how her day was and she droned on for hours, flailing her arms about. She was still waving them when he finally escorted her out of his home. He smiled slightly at the thought and could not help but stare at his wife. When she spoke, it was as if he was listening to Elbereth herself. Her voice was smooth and melodious and she did not use her hands to speak. She used her words and her eyes danced with imagination.

"I get the feeling you are thinking of something else," she said

"I am sorry; I love to listen to you and I do want to hear this. I have been dying to know what you did to him!"

"Well, alright then. Where was I…oh, yes. I came into the room, he took one look at me and dropped his glass of tea. I told him not to worry about it and immediately bent to pick up the small shards. All of a sudden, I felt him grab my shoulders and pull me up to him. Now, you have to know, I was still a virgin. All those kisses he had given me before, were either on the cheek or very light kisses to my lips. On this day, however, he chose to put his tongue in my mouth and press his hips to mine, rather hard!"

"Before I knew it, I had pulled him from me by his hair and punched him in the nose…" She looked up to the talan roof trying not to break into laughter as she saw the shocked look on Haldir's face. "...twice. And if it had not been for Elladan and Elrohir happening by and hearing me chastise him at the top of my lungs, I would most likely have done it a third time."

"I cannot believe you hit him! All this time I thought…"

"All I can say is you thought wrong. I liked Mendolir and even after that he walked me to the library nearly every day," she said and then looked down to her hands, sighing. "He was my protector up until the moment of his death."

"Do not mourn him. He was valiant and died a great warrior, protecting his charge. He is in the Halls of Mandos now; he is safe from harm and is readying himself to be reborn. We will see him again."

"I know. I cannot help but miss him, though. He was a very good friend, one I could count on for most anything."

"But not for love?" he asked.

"I could never have given myself to someone who would use it to hurt you. Besides, I never thought of him in that way. Him, I considered a brother. You, I never did. It seems a little strange to me now."

"I do not care how it seems as long as you are my wife," he said, grinning.

"The twins were very taken with my boldness and we became fast friends. After a few years I revealed my gifts to them only to find they already knew. They said they had been linking with me for quite some time."

"Linking with you?"

"Telepaths can link their minds to others who share the same type of mental abilities, so they know nearly everything about them. Galadriel and I have linked our minds many, many times. She has the ability to find me over vast distances. We were in contact at least once or twice a month when I was in Rivendell. She also speaks to Elrond and her grandchildren in this manner. However, my abilities are more...visual, as I actually see memory and thought. It comes to me as images instead of words. Once I was proficient at it, the twins and I became lovers. It was as natural as breathing."

"Really?" his voice a little deeper; a bit more possessive as he rose back up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yes, really. When we linked, we could see and feel what the other did. It was more…mental training than anything."

"Aura, was it better with them?" he asked feeling a small pang of jealousy and then not wanting her to think him insecure, he clarified his question. "I mean the images you could receive, were they better?"

"Haldir, I was never in love with them. It was always you," she replied and then noted the look on his face, telling her the question was not answered to his satisfaction. "No, they were not better, just different. The twins stayed constantly linked. They bombarded me with things for which I had no use. It was as if their whole lives were open and pushed into my mind, all at once." This seemed to satisfy him and the red fog suddenly lifted. She closed her eyes feeling freed of a great restraint and when she felt him kissing her neck, she smiled. "But with you I can breathe; you think of such sensual things and I choose which images I want from you," she moaned.

"Which ones do you like the most?" he asked.
"The ones revealing how to please you," she responded. "The ones showing how much you want me, what you need me to do to you and the ones telling what you want to do to me."

"You can send me images, as well? Like the one before, like Galadriel does?”

"I did not say they would be like Galadriel's. She speaks to you. Her power is in her voice. Mine is in my memory and imagination." She cupped his face, closed her eyes again and kissed him with enough fervor to make his heart race. She thought of them standing in a pool of water, kissing, her legs wrapped around his waist, ready to make love.

He shifted under her. The image was so real, so exciting; he could feel his body tensing immediately. He could feel the water around his legs and hips. Then with only her mind, she touched him. Slow and light at first, but then growing more intense and firming in grip. He could not help but moan and even though he knew it was not really happening; his body reacted as if it were.

"If you allow it, I can bring you much pleasure, without ever touching you," she whispered.

"But Aura, I love your touch. I have dreams of you often, and though they are very nice, it does not compare to the taste of your lips or the feel of your body sliding against mine."

"As always, you are right, my love," she conceded. "We do not have to be home for quite a while. What do you suppose we could do to pass the time?"

His lips turned up into a playful smile, "If you will not throttle me, I would love to put my tongue in your mouth."

"I would never hurt you. Your kisses are more than welcome, they are required."

He lay back onto the talan floor, taking her with him, caressing her lips, drinking her in. How could she possibly be this exhilarating? Already he felt like a needy adolescent with his first female. No, that was not quite right. He never felt need like this, even in his youth.

She was still straddling him, moving her hands from his face to his chest, tracing the mass of hardened muscles sculptured by millennia of arduous battles and woodland life. She could feel his heart beating beneath her and his thoughts of lovemaking consumed her. The images he sent her were unparalleled. They were so vivid, so impassioned and she thought the best part was he did not know he sent them at all. They were unintentional and unrestricted, yet pleasing beyond words and the connection they shared was phenomenal. She wondered if this was what every bound couple felt…but then realized she had always felt it there. Even when they were young, there was something making her see him differently than his brothers. She lifted to help him remove his tunic and was immediately pulled back to him.

His kisses occupied her mind and his hands held her body tight. She felt herself being swept away in him and she thought it amazing she had been able to live so long without him. Moving his mouth to her neck, he rolled them to their sides, keeping her held close. Her hair slid over his strong shoulders, creating little chills and then fell away from him as he moved atop her. Just when she thought she would be lost in the pleasure of him, he thought of silvery green. Fields of grass covered in the morning frost, his favorite color.

She stopped kissing him and pulled away. There was no amusement in her voice or face. "Haldir, please do not block me from your thoughts. Whatever it is you do not want me to see, I will not see. I need the closeness of your mind as well as your body. It is how I make love to you," she said, coming as a hushed whine, yet, nonetheless, it was truth.

"Trust in me," he whispered and she closed her eyes as he kissed her shoulder, lightly pushing it to the floor as he pinned her beneath him. "Amin mela lle, Lorinaura. Feel me with your hands and your body. Let your mind rest, just this once."

"As you wish, my lord, as long as it is just this once," she conceded, still uncomfortable with the entire idea.

He could see she did not like it, but was willing to try. Trying new things was a great joy of his and he wanted her to enjoy it also. He rose onto his elbows, trying to keep his weight from crushing her, for the talan floor was much less forgiving than the bed they shared in her home. His lips found her chin and following it upward along her jaw line with his tongue, he felt her smiling. This gave him the approval he needed to move to her neck and then to her chest.

She traced his shoulders with her fingers, running them down his back as far as she could reach, squeezing and caressing each inch of him. Perhaps he was right; maybe she could make love to him without using his thoughts. She turned her fingernails upon his back and lightly ran them up and down his spine.

He stopped everything. "That feels wonderful!" he moaned as she rendered him powerless to move.

"Have you never had your back scratched?"

"No, never!" he groaned.

He looked as if he was in the throes of passion and all she could do was smile at him. "All those ellethin and none of them gave you any pleasure at all. Did they not try or would you not let them?"

"I think a little of both."

"Get off," she commanded.

He looked to her as if she were crazy. "What?"

"Get off me. It is your turn to trust me. Let me show you what it means to have me as your wife." He rolled from atop her and once she was no longer beneath him, she pushed him back down on his stomach. "Do you have any oils in your trunk over there?"

"I do not recall. Feel free to look."

She moved to the chest and looked over several bottles of healing herbs and a large vial of oil. "What is this?"

"I use it for small cuts and sore muscles."

"Perfect," she said and then opened the vial. "It even smells good."

"What are you going to do with that?"

"You, my dear, are just going to have to wait and see," she said playfully. "After I am through, you will never want my hands to leave your body."

"Lirimaer, I do not want that now!"

She ran her nails along his spine, expanding into little circles all over his back, neck and up onto his head, forcing all thought from him. She ran her fingers in his hair, lightly dragging them along his scalp, causing small chills to form and again he moaned. "Remove your leggings and let the real pleasure begin," she directed.

He rolled over, disrobed entirely and she turned him back to the floor. "But I thought…"

"And yet again you have thought wrong, my love. Now turn over, please." She scratched the indented areas where the waistband of his leggings had lain, causing him to growl. Giggling, she moved her fingers down over his bottom, which was taut as ever, even when relaxed.

"Gods, this is fabulous! Where did you learn to do this?"

"Do you really want to know or was that one of your rhetorical questions?"

"I take it back. I do not care, as long as I am the only one you do it for now."

After his back was red with swirled marks, she took a generous amount of oil into her palm and slowly began rubbing it on his shoulders and back. She dug her fingers into the muscles and massaged them until the knots were worked free. She could not see his face, but knew he was smiling for he had lifted the veil of color upon his mind. "I love it when you are relaxed."

He groaned a little, telling her the muscles in his upper arm needed more attention and by the time she was done with him, he could barely move.

"Do you think you have strength enough to turn over?"

"Anything for you, my love," he said, dreamy eyed and content, as he shifted beneath the quilts. With gentle pressure, she massaged his forehead, nose and cheeks working her way down to his chest. He wondered if she knew how absurdly happy she was making him; it was impossible for him not to smile. When she brushed a light kiss over his lips, he knew she understood exactly what he felt.

She ran her hands down his ribs, to his hips, lifting the quilts as she positioned herself between his legs. After kneading his thighs and knees, she backed up, gaining access to his calves and feet, and noticed he was watching her. She smiled at him, running her fingernails lightly up his legs, back to his thighs, seeing he was now very eager to have one last part of him fall under her caress. She gladly complied, pouring the cool oil on him, making him flinch as he laced his fingers behind his head.

Now, with his mind fully opened to her, she knew exactly how to please him most, so she licked his thighs, grasping him firmly and then began sliding her hand over him, feeling him grow and harden. He remained motionless until she took him into her mouth and then he could not help but press his hips to her, whimpering. His body was now on fire and all the relaxation he felt, gave way to an impassioned rigidity he could not control.

When she fell into the exact rhythm he enjoyed most, he could stand no more. "Enough," he pleaded with her, nearly out of breath and when she ignored him, she heard him whisper forcefully, "Lorinaura, enough….I cannot…" She did not stop, though she knew he really wanted her to. Finally, he placed his hands under her arms and pulled her up onto his chest as easily as if she were an elfling. She accidentally giggled a little and knew she was in big trouble with her Marchwarden.

With a low rumbling growl, he rolled, pulling her dress from her in one smooth motion so he could turn his attention upon her breasts. As his mouth suckled and nipped them until they were rosy with desire, his hand searched out the warmth deep within her. When he heard her suck in a short breath, he knew he had found the correct spots. His caress in this area made her crazed and euphoric and she could not stop herself from wriggling under him. "Haldir! Oh, Gods! Haldir!" she screamed and then felt him shift upon her, driving himself into her.

"Aura," he whispered into her ear, "Aura, are you with me?"

"Yes" was all she could manage, and even as the words left her lips, the shuddering deep within her began, causing him to lose any control he had. His release was hard and forceful and she pulled his hips to bring him deeper within her. Breathlessly whispering a mixture of sweet and naughty endearments, he folded her in his arms and brought them onto their sides.

Once he caught his breath, he met her eyes, and before she could say anything, he devoured her mouth, trying to squelch the undying hunger he felt for her, making her whimper once more. He pulled back, cupped her face in his large hand and lightly traced her lips with his thumb. "Such contentment you bring to me."

“For all the days of your life, Haldir,” she said, kissing his thumb. She immediately began to receive a small image filled with love, yet riddled with doubt and then it was gone. She was going to ask him the meaning behind it, but decided against it, for now. Instead she asked, "Did you like your massage?"

"I cannot imagine feeling any better than I do right now. It was fabulous and needed. I have apparently been depriving myself of great pleasures. I am glad to have a wife who knows me so well."

"Would you have taken one who did not?" she giggled.

"No. I have waited for you. You are my true love and there is no other upon this earth to whom I would have bound myself."

“Nor would I have. So, it looks as if we are stuck with one another,” she said as he pulled her tighter. “Haldir, we have dinner to make."

"It can wait. I cannot leave yet."

"And why is that?"

"Making love to you in this talan is a great fantasy of mine. I dreamed about it for so long and it always ended the same," he whispered closing his eyes. "With you asleep in my arms."

She laid her head on his chest and listened as the beat of his heart lulled her to sleep.

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When she woke from their nap, he was still asleep, dreaming a rather pleasant dream. She closed her eyes again and saw he was in an unfamiliar room, lying on a very large bed, enveloped in silken sheets and a plush dark purple topper. She was nestled in his arms, just as she was in the talan, except in his dream he wore loose night leggings and he was not smiling.

She opened her eyes to see if he wore the same concern upon his brow as he did in his dream and found herself perplexed to see he did. What could trouble him about holding her? She lay perfectly still so as not to wake him and closed her eyes once more. Wrapping him in mental fingers, she placed her thoughts into his dream, making her dream-self run her arms down his stomach and into his leggings.

He dreamed he was awakened by her touch. "Aura, how did we get here?" he asked.

"I do not know; this is your dream," was her reply. She lightly caressed the hardness within her hand, tugging his leggings down with the other and noted in his dream, he liked a different rhythm; a more relaxed tempo.

Sliding her hands back to his hips, she kissed his chin and then ran her fingers upward over his chest, finally resting them on his shoulder. She positioned herself so when she pulled him on top, he then entered her.

"With all my heart, do I love you," she whispered, as she gently pressed herself to him and then he backed away only to press forward again. She arched to him, letting him plunge into the depths of her endless desire for him. Gazing into his eyes, she felt the pace of his heart and motions begin to quicken. She pulled his hips to her over and over again, trying to make him be more forceful with her, yet still, he kept the pace slow, methodical and sublime. He took his time and she could feel herself tensing under him.

With the dream reeling in her mind, she wondered how it would feel to be doing the same thing in both realms. Feeling him hardened against her stomach, she shifted her leg a little higher upon his hip and then slid her body down his, forcing him to enter her. He moaned, but did not wake. She closed her eyes feeling the pace in his dream, mimicking it and immediately she felt the all too familiar signs of her own release.

In his dream, she said, "Haldir, I am to bring you pleasure, these are your wishes." She was a little confused as to when she lost control of herself in this realm.

"My greatest wish is to love you. I do not want you to…" He trailed off, never ceasing his movements, but his face grew distressed.

"What, Hal?" she said staying his hips. "What is it that saddens you here, in this place?"

"I do not want you to leave me. Never again, Aura."

"Never again," she repeated, cupping his face in her hands. He drove into her pushing her over the edge into her own private paradise. "Wake now, my love."

He jerked awake and almost startled her off him. "I…I…" he tried, swallowed hard and then asked, "Aura?"

"Haldir, move with me!" she commanded and he complied, instantly quickening the pace with his wakeful rhythm. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face to hers, looking him in the eyes and she was barely able to speak at all, but did manage to snarl, "Harder! Drive yourself into me!"

He was amazed with her, once again. For her to have done this to him while he was sleeping was erotic, but to wake to find himself fully aroused and sheathed within her was a fierce intensity he had never known. Not only was he roused from the greatest dream of his life, he had awakened to the best sensations of his life. Her words, though harsh, were exactly what he needed to hear and he plunged into her with all the force he could muster from his side.

With the next thrust, he turned her onto her back and pressed deep within her, making her squeal with delight. She responded by pushing him up onto his hands, away from her, bringing her legs to his shoulders and wrapping her ankles around his neck. She pulled his head back down to her by her feet and with a blazing fire in her eyes, she screamed through clenched teeth, "I said harder!"

He drove into her with all his might, in fact, so hard she had to pull herself back to him using his shoulders as leverage. He brought his hands around to just above her shoulders, staying her so he could impale her again with the same force. When he heard her scream again, he could not help but release his own hoarse primal cry of ecstasy and with one last thrust, she tightened around him in strong gripping pulses, propelling him into paradise, as well.

With sweat glistening upon his body, he lifted his trembling arms one at a time, letting her drop her legs from his neck. Her whole body ached with exertion and once her legs slipped from him, he collapsed on top of her utterly exhausted. Still gasping for air, she pushed him slightly, making him turn onto his side. Taking her with him, he pulled her into a deep kiss, his tongue lapping the moisture from her mouth as if she were a river of sweet water.

Finally pulling from their kiss, he brought his forehead to hers. Still breathing so hard that he could barely bring himself to speak, he whispered, "You can enter my dreams."

It was not a question, but a statement and she was not sure she had the voice to reply just yet, but he did not seem to be in much of a hurry. She pulled the quilt onto them, and snuggled into his arms satisfied beyond words. "I can," she whispered, only a little breathless now.

"Aura, where did that come from? I could never have dreamed up something so powerful."

She took a deep breath and said, "I got very excited and wanted you to join me."

"I had no idea you were so...so…Gods, I do not even have words for that!" he said honestly.

"Haldir, I would venture to say, you are the only elf in Arda to dream of sleeping."

"I was not merely sleeping; I was sleeping in the arms of my wife." He laughed weakly. "There is nothing I would rather be doing."

"Oh really?" she said, a little skeptical.

"Well, perhaps there is one thing I would rather be doing, but it involves the two of us and a bed as well." He grinned again. "I have never had such a vivid dream."

"Then you remember what I told you?" she asked.

"You said 'never again' and though I do not remember why, it makes me feel much better."

She placed her hand upon his cheek and gazed into his eyes. "Never again shall I leave you, Haldir. I am your wife and even if I weren't, I still would not go. Our time apart is over," she whispered to him. He tightened his hold on her and she could feel him trembling slightly. "Haldir? Are you all right?"

He was silent for a few moments and then took a deep breath. "Yes, I am fine…I am so much better than fine. I am in love with the one person who can ease my body and my mind."

"Did you really think I could leave you now?"

"You did, once."

"I can only ask for your forgiveness. Please, know I will never again be anywhere but by your side."

"There is nothing to forgive, Aura. Amin mela lle."

"Well then, do you think perhaps you could find it in your heart to kiss me again?"

Running his hand along her hip upward and then settling it at her waist, he briefly brushed her cheek with his lips and then gazed into her eyes, grinning.

She grasped the back of his neck, pulling him to her, pouring her soul into a kiss, intent on showing him exactly what he meant to her. Showing him it would be impossible for her to ever leave. She ended by caressing his upper lip with her tongue, kissing it lightly and then doing the same to the bottom. In a voice as sweet as honey, she said, "I suppose it is up to me to teach you where your wife likes to be kissed."

His left eyebrow raised slightly, a smile still gracing his lips and playing in his eyes. "Perhaps your husband was only teasing you," he said, bringing his hand to her face. He ran the back of his fingers from her forehead to her chin and then claimed her mouth with such a passionate kiss that she knew if she were standing, her legs would buckle. He pulled her close once more, holding her as if she intended to get away and growled, "I need you."

"You have got to be joking," she said in utter disbelief.

He led her hand to his groin to explain he, in fact, was not joking and she smiled. "Then by all means, take what you need, melethron."

It was the only encouragement he needed to make her scream his name once more.

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Lirimaer - lovely one
Melamin - my love
Mae govannen - well met
Melethril/Melethron - lover (f/m)
Amin Mela lle - I love you