Strange Allies

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Disclaimer - I don't own any of this apart from Annowe and I have made no money from this tale.

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Two days later they were at the Greyflood River. Annowe drew the horse to a stop before they reached the old bridge, taking in the sight of the river twisting southward toward the sea. This was it. They were just south of the fork where the Glanduin and Loudwater came together forming the Grayflood. If she left him now she could swim up the Glanduin, cross the Misty Mountains and be in Lorien in less than a week.

She cast a covert glance at Haldir standing next to her. He was gazing off into the distance toward Lorien. The time had come for her to leave him and her heart quailed at the thought.

And he was not likely to go willingly with her sisters while she ran off to Lorien! She would have to trick him. As much as she hated to do it, she knew Goldberry was right. Once the deed had been done she could beg his forgiveness later. For now she had to get him into the water and into the willing arms of her sisters.

Wordlessly she slipped from the horse and approached the river as Haldir watched her. He knew she would like to take a swim before they crossed the bridge and he was tempted to join her. In expectation, he hobbled the horse and slipped off his tunic.

When he looked back toward Annowe, he could see she was already naked and wading into the water. He smiled at the sight of her loose hair tumbling down her back and the graceful curve of her spine as she walked waist deep into the river.

“Come into the water,” she beckoned seductively over her shoulder.

He cocked his head at her, his smile growing broader. Slowly, he pulled off his boots and trousers and slipped into the river with her.

Eagerly she was in his arms her mouth on his, her firm body pressing against him needing him. He moaned and splayed his hands on her back, holding her tightly as his tongue found hers. Yes, it should always be this way between them – locked in a sweet embrace, their naked bodies pressed close. He sighed contentedly. There would always be time for them to mate and enjoy each other.

Gently, she began to pull him deeper into the water until he was up to his chest. Soon her sisters would appear and she wanted – she needed – to have him all to her self one last time.

“Wicked one,” she breathed to his throat, her hands running desperately over his muscular form. She wanted to touch every inch of him to remember him. Now that the time had come to leave him she was nearly frantic with worry and anxiety.

Haldir moaned softly as he felt her urgency for him. No matter how many times he had her, it always seemed like the first time. Hungrily, he covered her mouth with his as he crushed her body to him.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Annowe began to wiggle against him. “Catch me,” she breathed against his lips as she leapt up. Obligingly, Haldir cupped her bottom as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Slowly, he lowered her onto his stiff shaft as they moaned in unison. He closed his eyes as he sank deeper into her wet heat, enveloping him.

“Yes,” she hissed blissfully, squirming eagerly against him. She wanted nothing more than the simple physical ecstasy of having him deep inside of her as she clung desperately to him. Like they had before on the long road to the Old Forest when she gave herself to him for the first time.

Instinctively he let his desire reach for her and tentatively she returned his touch. It would be too late for him now if he discovered her secret and yet she did not want him to find out until her sisters had appeared.

Haldir sighed and squeezed her thighs as he gazed into her half-closed eyes. Her parted lips were lightly touching his and she was panting against his mouth as he thrust himself into her willing form. Time seemed to slow for them as they writhed in the cool water. He was only aware of Annowe’s soft moans and the sound of her shallow breaths as he held her in his arms.

Annowe dug her fingers into Haldir’s broad back, clinging to him as her legs contracted and released against his hips, raising and lowering her on his hardness. He was completely hers and she would leave him in the care of her amorous sisters. She was a fool to leave him and fervently hoped that Goldberry was correct – he would never want to break their bond.

“I would stay like this with you forever,” she breathed, her eager lips nipping his smooth neck.

He chuckled deeply. “I have every intention of meeting that expectation,” he replied, carrying her to the bank still astride his shaft. As much as he enjoyed having her in the water, it restricted his movement and he needed to feel her body under his.

“No,” she said gently as he turned to lay her down on the bank. “I want to be on top.”

With a wicked smile, he turned and sat down keeping her still impaled upon his member. Annowe moaned as he sank deeper into her. Tenderly, she stroked his wet hair back from his luminous skin, admiring his strength as she writhed in his lap.

“Haldir,” she breathed as she began to thrust herself against him. She so desperately wanted to tell him and yet it was not time.

Eagerly she began to kiss and nip his neck as her grip on him tightened. He could feel her round breasts pressing against his chest and he ran his hands over her body enjoying the sensual feel of her skin on his. He sighed in deep contentment.

Slowly he let his desire reach for her again and she responded only slightly. He was beginning to become annoyed at her coyness. It was not like her to hide from him. It did not bode well.

“What are you hiding little one?” He asked softly.

She answered by driving her tongue into his ear and he gasped, squeezing her tighter. Frantically she increased her thrusts against him and he moaned. Let her do as she pleased. It was no harm to him and he rather enjoyed watching her delight in his physical form.

Suddenly he felt her full desire descend on him like an army of Sauron and just as fiercely. He cried out in surprise as the sensation of her desire and her teeth sinking into his shoulder hit him all at once.

“Forgive me, my wicked one,” she breathed against his neck. He would see her totally now but she could no longer hold back her feelings for him. It was killing her to hide from him and she needed him to know.

Unable to contain his physical form at such an onslaught, Haldir moaned helplessly as his body began to convulse and his hips thrust forward. As he released himself into her he cried out again, caught up in the white hotness of her desire.

Desperately he held to her as the sensation of his own release and her emotions overwhelmed him. His climax seemed to go on and on but she did not relent and continued to buffet him with her feelings as her body still thrust against him.

He was nearly blinded by the intensity of both the physical sensation of exploding deep inside of her and the emotional sensation of her sudden want of him. He felt as if he were drowning and while he enjoyed it, he wished she had given him warning to prepare himself. Instead, he felt himself being deliciously ripped apart by her as his body writhed helplessly.

Releasing his own desire, he felt her tremble in his grasp. Although he felt her hesitate she did not shy away from him this time. He sighed as he felt his desire merge with hers, enveloping them both in the warmth of their bond.

Annowe moaned as she felt Haldir reaching into her, grasping her heart. He needed to know he was still there – that he was the only one there. She smiled tenderly as she gazed into his eyes, how could he doubt her feelings for him now?

Slowly she let him see her fear and concern for his safety. As he touched the deepest part of her he shivered. He saw himself there as she saw him – beautiful and perfect. He could feel a faint blush touch his cheeks as he realized she was now completely smitten with him.

He knew that she loved him but he had no idea that she had grown to adore him so. And her fierce protectiveness for his safety touched him. With a tender touch he stroked her hair back from her face as his lips brushed hers and he held her heart close to his.

Annowe trembled and rested her cheek against his. She wanted to remain like that forever with him – locked in a lover’s embrace with their hearts beating in unison. Not for the first time she reconsidered her determination to break the news to Legolas herself.

Haldir smiled faintly at her conflicting feelings. There was no Legolas. There was only him. The Prince of Mirkwood was just a dream to her now – a dream of long ago that never quite came true. He knew that she could never return to Legolas after bonding with him. Nor did she want to. He understood that now. She simply wanted to finish what she had begun with Legolas so she would be free to stay with him forever – with no regrets.

As abruptly as she had unleashed her desire on him, she suddenly withdrew it causing him to grunt in surprise.

“We should go,” she murmured anxiously. “It grows late.”

He nodded as she slipped from his lap and back into the river. He knew she wanted to reach Lorien as soon as possible.

Silently he again followed her into the river and she watched him tenderly. As he slowly washed himself, she moved next to him and took one of his hands in hers. He watched her curiously and she turned his hand palm up and placed her other hand over his.

He felt something drop into his hand and as she released him, he could see a delicate chain of mithril with one very large pearl hanging from it.

“What is this?” He asked curiously, taking the necklace and holding it up to admire its elegant beauty.

“It is mine. And now it is yours. I want you to keep it for me,” she said softly.

He studied the necklace in silence for a few moments as the gravity of her gift began to settle on him. He arched one delicate eyebrow at her.

“This is something your father gave to you, isn’t it?” He asked quietly. The workmanship was unmistakable as was the perfection and size of the pearl.

“Yes,” she admitted with a shy smile.

For once, he was at a loss for words. Mutely he stared at the necklace. It was a gift from Ulmo to his daughter and now she was giving it to him! He was nearly humbled by the thought.

“Put it on,” the naiad encouraged.

“You put it on me,” he whispered, holding it out to her.

With a smile, she took it and moved behind him. Slowly, she brushed his damp hair aside and slipped the necklace around his neck admiring his broad back as she did so. Tenderly she let her fingers trace the scars on his back from the Orc and wolf. Would he be able to endure the pleasure as easily as he had endured the pain?

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