Strange Allies

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A/N: I must apologize for the delay in posting – I’ve been a bit busy personally. A big Thank You to all who are still reading and giving me your thoughts. We’re almost at the end! I will be going out of town this week but we should be wrapping this saga up around the first of December.

Michelle – aw, now, come on! You know he had to make it “look good” for Annowe. LOL! Have you ever known him to turn down “hawt sex”? As if! LOL! No way. And he does have some stones. He never ceases to amaze, does he? LOL!

Aragorndreamer - Sorry, hon. I had a bit of personal issues to deal with. Hopefully that's all over and we won't have any more interruptions. :-)

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With a slight nod Vadra was gone. It seemed she had only slipped from Haldir's sight when she reappeared with a dazed human male in her grasp.

Haldir felt a sympathetic stab of pity for the man. It was obvious he was in a state of shock and confusion over where he was and how he had ended up at the bottom of a river. And yet, when he saw the mass of naiads writhing in the water, his body began to immediately respond. The elf could not help but smile at the sight.

Slowly he moved forward through the sisters toward the man. Vadra had done well, he noted. The man was a handsome specimen with a full beard and a fair amount of rough body hair. After all of the soft delicate skin of the naiads, this would be a welcome change.

He also hoped it would take his mind from Annowe. He did not feel the same guilt with a male that he did with her sisters – or it was easier for him to ignore. Perhaps the man would keep enough of her sisters occupied for him to escape or at least find a temporary peace.

At the elf’s appearance, the startled human began to glance desperately around in a vain effort to flee. Male elves were notoriously sensual and the man was a bit wary of this particular one – it was as if he could sense the March Warden’s own anxiety.

“Fear not,” Haldir soothed gently, drawing closer and holding out a welcoming hand. “You are among friends.”

Still the newcomer hesitated, unsure what had happened to him or why he was being treated to this. He glanced at Vadra who smiled guilelessly back.

“We will not hurt you,” she assured him. “We only wish to pleasure you.”

At this the man laughed wildly. This could not be happening to him! One moment he was watering his horse at a stream on the way to Gondor and the next – perhaps he was dead! Yes! That would explain it!

Perhaps as he had been watering his horse he had been attacked by orcs. They had killed him and somehow he could not remember dying. But he must be dead. There was no other explanation!

He looked around in confusion. Yes, he had to be dead! The water around him was filled with beautiful women and one male elf. What else could this be but blissful death?

As Haldir watched, the man reached out and grabbed Vadra’s arm and pulled her close. He studied her for a few moments then tentatively leaned forward and kissed her. Behind him, Haldir could hear her sisters twittering excitedly. They would soon have a new plaything and for this the March Warden was silently grateful.

Vadra responded lustily, wrapping her arms around the man and kissing him deeply. His moan echoed through the water and Haldir shivered at the deep sound.

As he slid up to join them, the man hesitated and clung to Vadra greedily. Haldir smiled.

“It is you that I want,” the elf murmured dangerously.

The man blinked in confusion. All of these beautiful females and the elf wanted him?

“I do not understand,” the man said hesitantly.

Haldir reached out and stroked his beard tenderly. He smiled at the rough hair against his skin.

“I need another male,” the March Warden replied. “All of these lovely females. It is too much for me to bear. I need another male creature to help me and to balance me.”

Still the man hesitated. “Am I dead?” He finally managed to ask.

Haldir threw back his head and laughed loudly confusing the man even more.

“No, not quite yet you are not dead,” he said ruefully. Altho he could very well understand the man’s feelings on the matter.

“Not dead,” he repeated as he cupped the back of the man’s head and drew him close.

But the man would not release his hold on Vadra. It was no matter. Haldir was relentless and would have what he wanted. Roughly, he placed his lips on the humans and moaned aggressively. The man’s beard bristled against his skin and it was a welcome contrast to the soft skin of the naiads or even another elf.

Slowly the man responded still unsure of what would happen to him. Gently Vadra withdrew from his grasp and Haldir pulled the man closer, feeling his rough skin and hardness.

It did not take long for the human’s lustful instincts to become aroused and the elf could feel his own heart beating faster as the man’s kiss grew more ardent. But it was not yet time to completely let his desire take free reign.

Leisurely, Haldir reached out and grabbed a nearby naiad pulling her toward them. As he drew back, he pushed the naiad forward and the man eagerly grabbed her, burying his face between her breasts. The elf smiled. Her sisters came intently closer but he would not let them obstruct his view nor touch him. This was for his pleasure and his pleasure was to watch the human.

He motioned two more of the naiads to join the man and the eagerly obeyed. At first the man seemed unsure of what he should do or which one to pleasure first. It was then that Haldir slipped behind him, pressing his broad chest to the man’s back.

“Let them take you,” he murmured encouragingly. “It is for their pleasure.”

As the man nodded, Haldir slipped his arms around him, feeling his chest hair. These humans were so rugged with their bristling hair and uneven skin. No, there would be no guilt for him at all to take his pleasure with this creature. He was a far cry from Annowe or her sisters.

He smiled to himself as he ran his lips over the man’s shoulders. His odor was strong and Haldir could feel his breathing intensify under his hands. Yes, he was so unlike Annowe or her sisters. He closed his eyes and squeezed tightly causing the human to grunt. Slowly he released his grip realizing that although the man was older he was still human and not quite as robust as even Legolas.

“Legolas,” he muttered crossly remembering the Mirkwood Prince. It was because of him he was in this situation!

It was always Legolas Annowe had wanted, wasn’t it? All the way from Helm’s Deep to the Old Forest he had to listen to her lament about Legolas! And now she was off chasing Legolas again! They had bonded! She should be with HIM, not trying to make peace with the infernal Prince of Mirkwood! It was insulting! Leaving him here to take his pleasure with her sisters!

He frowned darkly and pressed his head into the man’s shoulder keeping a tight grip on him. The naiads were taking their time pleasuring him and for that, Haldir was thankful. They were too occupied with the man to bother him with their attentions. And he had made it clear he wanted to be with a male for now.

Several of the naiads noticed Haldir’s dark expression and grew concerned. Annowe had warned them he might try and escape. From the look on his face, he was growing irritated and might soon make his move to flee.

Quietly Vadra motioned Leme and Armea to slip into place near the March Warden but not close enough to draw his attention. They would watch and wait.

The human had become quite aroused and had grabbed one of the sisters, eager to slide his throbbing shaft deep inside of her. As the man thrust himself into the naiad, Haldir gently slid his own erection into him. The naiad moaned, the man cried out and Haldir sighed. As the three of them began to writhe several of the others joined in but Vadra, Leme and Armea remained vigilant.

Haldir closed his eyes and imagined the Mirkwood Prince in his grasp. He dug his fingers into the rough skin and sank his teeth into the muscular shoulder. The man moaned blissfully as he thrust himself deeper into the naiad, his body trembling.

The females surrounded him as the elf pushed deeper inside of him and he, in turn, thrust deeper into female. It was more physical pleasure than humanly dreamed possible! He wanted this again and again! As his body tensed for climax, he cried out in agony, not wanting the pleasure to end.

At the man’s reaction, Haldir released his own restraints and allowed it full reign, plunging himself frantically into the human. At the man’s first shudder of climax, Haldir moaned and closed his eyes. His own climax would quickly follow.

Instinctively his desire reached out for Annowe’s to meet him at the height of pleasure and found nothing but dark coldness. She was gone. With an anguished moan, he felt his hot liquid pour fourth. It was purely a physical release for his heart was cold as a stone.

“Annowe,” he gasped. But his isolation was complete – his body trembled with satisfaction and yet his heart and spirit felt the emptiness of her absence. He wanted to scream in agony. Would his torture never end?

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