Strange Allies

A/N: Disclaimer – I don’t own any of this aside from Annowe, Vadra and Leme. All the other characters are not mine nor have I made any money from this story. So there.

Carawen – HA! I know. He’s not going to get any sympathy from any of us, no matter how he tries to play the “woe is me” card. Please! He’s going to enjoy himself thoroughly – you can bet on that! LOL!

Naira – aw, hell no he’s not going to be unwilling for long! LOL! He has to put up a bit of a protest to “look good”. LOL! But we all know what a horny bastard he is at heart!

Rose Atlee – Sorry, hon! It’s not ME! It’s HIM! HE made me do it! Honest! LOL. He says, “If she thinks this is trying for her, she needs to imagine my position.” Then he smirks. Want me to slap him for you? LOL! Yes, he’s horrible and just HAD to get some more “hawt” sex and drama to torment all of us one last time! The rotten creature! (But I’m glad you’re enjoying it!)

Michelle – yeah, it’s just terrible, isn’t it? Being left to fornicate endlessly with a stream of naiads. It sucks to be him, I tell you! (HA! That’s what he WANTS us to believe but we’re not fooled!) I don’t think Legolas is as quite in the dark as she THINKS he is. I’m glad you can see how the characters have evolved over the course of the story. They should all grow a bit in order to make it more believable, yes?

Sugarplum – well thank you! Yes, he is terrible wicked! And horny! LOL! I dunno what she’s thinking. I certainly wouldn’t have done something THAT crazy! He could go wild!

Aragorndreamer – Sort of nice to know he isn’t as callous and selfish as he’s led us all to believe, huh? ;-)

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Haldir strained to see Annowe before her sisters claimed him. The last sight he had of her was her hair swirling in the river and then she was gone. He moaned miserably. He had no doubt that she would return – he had felt her own regret and anxiety at their parting – but he simply could not bring himself to fully indulge in the opportunity at hand. He wanted Annowe and her sisters were a poor substitute.

“Annowe,” he mumbled sadly as she slipped from his vision.

“Haldir,” one of the dark-skinned naiads whispered gently to him.

He turned to look at her, her almond eyes smiling at him as her hair floated eerily about them entwining with his.

“If you fight it you will only prolong your agony,” she reasoned gently. “Annowe knew what would happen. She does not expect you to deny your physical pleasure.”

He did not answer but noticed that the others had paused and were listening intently to the conversation.

“Nor do I wish to indulge it,” he replied dejectedly.

Several of the nymphs murmured in disappointment. How long some of them had waited to get their eager hands on the notorious March Warden and now that he was here he was pining for Annowe!

“Very well,” she answered with a smile. “But why deny us our indulgences and pleasure?”

A faint smile flickered over his face. He had forgotten how clever they could be – especially when they wanted something. Annowe was so very much like them in every respect.

“Indeed, Haldir of Lorien,” another naiad purred silkily at his elbow. “You should not deny our pleasures. Many of us have waited a very long time for this opportunity.”

Giggles surrounded him and he shivered as her hand ran leisurely over his abdomen. No doubt the tales of his exploits had been quite embellished! For a fleeting instant he wondered if they would be disappointed in the truth. He shook his head. Never!

Slowly he looked around as his heart tried to come to grips with the situation. Naiads of every sort surrounded him. Some were pale as moonlight and others dark as a starless sky while still others were golden brown or amber. Each one was beautiful and yet none of them stirred him like Annowe.

He recognized several of them and they grinned back at him shamelessly. As he moved forward, they parted slightly allowing him to pass.

“Vadra,” he murmured to one, reaching out to touch her golden hair. She smiled at him and winked flirtatiously.

“And Leme,” he said, moving past several others to greet her raven-haired sister.

Yes, he knew them well and he knew the pleasure they could give him. What harm could there be in allowing them to take their physical pleasure with him? He was not bonding them nor was his heart in any danger of being stolen by them. Not in the least. And yet he was still torn apart at the thought of enjoying another physically. It did not seem quite right after all he and Annowe had been through together.

“You are not being unfaithful,” Vadra chided him. “Simply do not enjoy it!”

Leme laughed gleefully and her sisters joined her merriment.

Haldir snorted. She of all of them should know how difficult it would be for him not to enjoy his current situation!

His reaction caused them to laugh that much harder. He scowled. They were not making this any easier on him. And yet he was more than tempted to give into their want. What was the point of fighting them? He could not win. Either they claimed him or the madness would.

“Then pretend to not enjoy it,” Vadra amended at his hesitation. “And if you truly wish us to stop then say so,” she offered. It seemed rather simple to her. Haldir was in their protection now and he needed to behave himself. No matter how unpleasant he found the circumstances!

He frowned deeper as he considered her words. It was madness for him to refuse them. He could not fight them and the call both! Silently he cursed Annowe for leaving him in such a predicament. How could she leave him here like this and expect him to – what? She had told him he wasn’t being unfaithful. So why was he so torn apart by the thought of giving himself physically to her sisters? He had no intention of bonding with any of them – lovely as they were.

How long could it last? Annowe said she would return in seven sunrises. Certainly he had endured longer at Helm’s Deep waiting for her – and in considerably more physical torment. And yet seven days now seemed like an eternity to him. He growled to himself in frustration. He should have bodily carried her off to the Havens when he had the chance!

He glanced around at her sisters, patiently waiting for him to realize he was trapped. He could not escape their grasp nor would he be able to catch Annowe if he did manage to evade them. With a sigh of resignation, he admitted that he had very little choice in the matter. He could fight them and the call thus speeding the madness or he could withdraw deep into himself and allow the naiads to have their pleasure with his physical form.

“Very well,” he finally agreed reluctantly. “Do your worst.”

Begging silent forgiveness for his body’s betrayal, he allowed his physical desire full reign. Let them have his body. His heart would always remain true to Annowe. Tenderly he fingered the large pearl at his throat as he sighed in resignation.

The naiads instantly resumed their attentions to him, eager hands stroked his body, touching, exploring, and caressing him. Soft lips closed over his fingers, his toes, his lips and his stiffening member and he moaned, reaching out and grabbing one naiad and thrusting his tongue deep into her willing mouth. How long would he last and did it even matter?

It seemed to him as if each one was trying to make him moan or gasp louder than the rest. An endless stream of parted lips pressed to his and he grew to understand how a human male could lose all track of time. He was engulfed in them – their soft flesh, silken hair, their full curvaceous forms pressing against him. His body responded immediately to their touch, growing tight with physical desire.

At his reaction to their attention, they began to squeal with delight. He was doomed and there was no point in fighting it. Let them do their worst! Leisurely he reached out and pulled another willing naiad forward, kissing her deeply as his hands groped for a nearby breast.

The water was boiling with their writhing forms as the naiads fought to pleasure him and he allowed his physical lust full reign. All became a blur to him, just an endless stream of soft yielding flesh.

Quickly he grabbed one of the sisters around her waist and pulled her forward, shoving his face between her thighs. She gasped in pleasure as his tongue made contact with her delicate flesh and she squirmed in his grasp.

Instantly he felt another one mount his erect shaft and he moaned. They were everywhere – surrounding him, wanting him, taking what they wanted of his physical form and he would let them!

He could feel their greedy hands on his exposed flesh urging him to give in to their desire. One of them had placed his cupped hand against her pelvis and he slid his fingers into her, rubbing his thumb on her swollen node. The naiad cried out, wiggling at his touch and he smiled against her sister.

They had wanted him like this and he would give it to them with a vengeance! How many of them could he pleasure at one time? He wondered. Well, now was the time to find out!

Endlessly they undulated together in the river with Haldir at the epicenter of the squirming mass of naked bodies. Each naiad struggled to get close enough to take her turn with some part of him and he moaned deeply as his physical form began to tremble with ultimate pleasure.

“Take me,” he demanded roughly to none in particular, laying his head against a soft belly and closing his eyes.

He could pretend it was Annowe’s soft lips and tongue upon his aching shaft driving him to madness as he clung to one of her sisters. Other lips ran over his trembling back and he moaned softly. Let them have him again and again and again! He would tell himself it was Annowe – he would pretend that it did not matter what they did to him – he would never love them and never bond with them!

And yet as his physical bliss intensified he began to wonder if this madness might claim him after all. Perhaps Annowe had been correct – he had passed the tests of pain – it may be the test of pleasure that would kill him. What a sweet death it would be then!

As the first tingle of climax raced through his body he moaned and held tight to the naiad in his grasp, his eyes squeezed shut. When he cried out with release and began to writhe helplessly, he felt them suddenly cling to him desperately as his body twisted in the water.

It was as if his supreme pleasure was theirs and they were enjoying his climax as if it were their own. Several of them began to moan against his skin and yet selfishly he did not care nor was he inclined to help them reach their own orgasm.

But they paid him no mind only using his body for their own need. The water around him was filled with squirming naiads and his mind began to drift as if in a dream. They were everywhere enveloping him. He could reach out and grab one if he so desired or he could simply float suspended among them in the water as they took their pleasure from him.

Everything seemed to move quite slowly now and yet he felt more alert and attuned to his physical form than he had before. It was very odd. Perhaps this is what life was like for humans – to be painfully aware of one’s physical form to the detriment of the spirit.

At the thought he suddenly realized what was missing from this orgy of flesh. He needed another male to fully indulge his physical appetite.

“Vadra,” he called hoarsely as the last wave of pleasure subsided.

Instantly, she was beside him, smiling eagerly.

“Yes, Haldir?” She asked. “What is your pleasure?”

“Bring me a male. A human male,” he ordered.

“Very well,” the naiad agreed.

As she turned to leave, Haldir reached out and pulled her close.

“An older one – not a graybeard but one old enough to have body hair,” he demanded huskily. It had been many, many long years since he had been with a human male. There was something so base and animalistic about them. He wanted to remember that – to fully indulge his most base instincts and desires.

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Desperately Annowe sped north against the river current. The quicker she reached Lorien the quicker she could return to Haldir.

She tried not to think of him with her sisters – taking his physical pleasure in them and yet her mind refused to let go of the idea that he would find one of them more desirable. Each time the thought welled it’s ugly head, she would increase her pace in a futile effort to outrun her fears.

Now that she was alone there was nothing but her thoughts to keep her company and they were relentless. Not for the first time she wondered if she should turn back and reclaim him. She had to trust him. She had to trust that their bond was stronger than death and stronger than the desire of her sisters.

Several of them had waited many long years to get their greedy hands on the notoriously amorous March Warden and Annowe’s heart quailed at the thought. They would try everything in their power to keep him for their own.

And yet there were others who would remind them that he was taken. She had given him her necklace to “claim” him to her sisters as it were and hoped that this would serve to remind the others of their bond.

If one of them tried to break the bond, would she be able to feel it? Yes, Haldir said it had nearly killed him when Glorfindel had broken their bond. Well, if one of them tried to take him away, she would not allow it!

She knew he could endure great depths of pain with little complaint and yet it was the thought of endless pleasure that disturbed her. What if several of them mounted a concerted effort to break the bond? Could that even be possible?

Annowe swallowed hard as her throat constricted. She should have never left him with them! The hot tears spilled from her eyes and mingled with the river as she swam frantically northward.

And yet she pressed on. She must trust Haldir. He had been as reluctant to remain behind as she had been to leave. She must believe that he could hold out against the pleasure for seven sunrises. He had lasted many more than that in Helm’s Deep.

How long had it taken him to convince her to bond with him? In her heart she understood that he would not have asked her lightly. It had taken him considerably more time than only seven sunrises to woo into giving into his desires. She smiled wistfully at the thought. Her sisters would not be nearly so difficult to convince. Why did she believe he would even try?

He had been prepared to follow her to Lorien, risking his very life in the process. How could she doubt that his heart would remain loyal to her even if his body did not? It did not make sense and yet the fear remained. If she lost him she would die. There would be no point for her to go on without him. She would not wish to. Even if she could return to Legolas she would not now.

No. After the bond she shared with Haldir there could be no other way. Either they remained together or she would perish. She had no choice in the matter.

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