Mary's Trip to Isengard Chapter 1/10

Achieving Perfect Balance

By: Mary Aseltyne

Pairing: Haldir/OFC

Rating: NC 17

WARNING: Explicit sex scenes designed to cause heat

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of the characters Haldir, the Twins or
Galadriel, only of my own self and even there I wont always be held
responsible.

Summary: Just a little something Haldir wanted me to share with all
of you

This story is dedicated to all of the Haldir fans in the world and it
comes compliments of Haldir who dedicated the entire episode to you!

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So, in response to our List-Mom's latest challenge I have decided to
take this opportunity to finally tell you all about my last night in
Lothlórien which I have not actually done before now...with good
reason. It was the Golden One, himself, who requested that I not
include this little episode in one of my daily diary entries but,
instead, to tell it to you in a separate accounting worthy of its
nature. It has taken me a while to get up the courage to indulge
myself in this little conceit, for that is what it truly is, and just
tell all!


I am sure not many remember that when I attended breakfast with
Galadriel, on my last morning in Caras Galadhon, she questioned me
about how well I had slept the night before. Even those of you who do
remember probably did not think there was anything unusual in her
asking such a question, but there was an ulterior motive on her part.
I told her I had slept well although I did not think I was going to
sleep at all! Just the short amount of time I had spent with Our
Haldir, discussing Grima and being kissed, had sent me into a dizzy
tail-spin and I was sure I was going to toss and turn throughout the
night. The Twins had been excused from our guest flet to go teach elf-
tag to the Lórien elves and I lay on my soft blanket in the darkness
just daydreaming about what life would be like if I just stayed in
Lórien and never came back. And here is what really happened next....


I had been lying on my side looking down at the still wide-awake
elves below, who were darting behind trees and suddenly springing out
to grab elf or elleth for earlobe fondling or just plain kissing, and
enjoying the spectacle immensely, when I heard a small, soft sound
behind me which made me turn to look. There, across from me on the
other side of the flet floor, sat Haldir. He had his knees drawn up
before him with his arms loosely wrapped around them and was just
sort of staring towards me without expression. The moonlight sparkled
in his eyes and on his hair but all the rest of him was sort of fuzzy
and shiftin thn the dimly lit tree shelter. I sat straight up and
actually rubbed my eyes as if I were not sure I was actually seeing
Haldir or was just imagining it because I really wanted him to be
there with me. But it was still really him.


"Haldir?" I whispered.


"It is I," he said calmly. He stood up and walked over to where I was
now sitting up wideke. ke. I can not say that my heart was pounding
or that butterflies invaded my stomach because I think my heart
stopped beating and my insides froze. "I did not mean to intrude on
your rest, dear heart, I hope I have not startled you. My lady,
Galadriel, has set me on a quest, a personal quest, and with your
help I am hopeful of satisfaction." He sat next to my blanket and
reached out to take my hand in both of his as I sat paralyzed in the
dark.


"What kind of a quest?" I could not manage much above a hoarse
whisper with him holding my hand like that and I felt as if I were
taking a big chance asking such a question. What if he had said
something like, "To persuade obsessed fan fiction group members to
stay home and leave us alone" or something equally depressing? He
leaned a little forward and said, "Breathe."


"What?"


"You are not breathing, breathe," he said again softly.


"Well," I said feeling a little dizzy, "I think I am going to faint again..."


"No, you will not faint this time," he said. This time? This time?
Did that mean he was going to kiss me again? As if he heard my
thoughts he placed one of his hands at my forehead and
said, "Shhhhhhh, close your eyes, quieten, dear heart, quieten."
Instantly I felt calm and more alert than I had ever felt before in
my life. He withdrew his hand and I opened my eyes to find that I
could see everything more clearly and distinctly than I had
previously, as if lamps were lit within my mind that brightened up
the previously lackluster surroundings. Haldir's face was sharply in
focus now and his eyes glittered as if they were fashioned of
mithril. I no longer felt like fainting but, instead, felt intense
curiosity about the unfolding situation. "My quest, or mission if you
like, is to bridge the previously unbridgeable chasm between
fictional character and h anh and blood human. Long have you desired
to understand the elves and all of their supposedly mysterious ways
and I am here to help you with that understanding in the hope that
you will confer this information to all those who, like you, seek to
merge with their dreams and fantasies in an effort to find joy in
experiencing that which seems exotic and unattainable in your waking
life."


"Um, could you repeat that?" I had sort of lost track around the time
he said the word "merge." What did he mean by that? "Merge" how? Like
some sort of Star Trek Vulcan Mind Meld? I suddenly had a feeling
that I was going to end up feeling more frustrated by this experience
than illuminated. Without immediately replying, Haldir stood up in
one graceful motion and, as he was still holding my hand, drew me up
to a standing position before him.


"The act of love for an elf is not at all like the heated, passionate
coupling so often described in the stories you are used to reading,
little one, it is more of a disciplined stately dance than a frantic
physical exploration."


"The act of love?" It came out more as a squeak than a question. I
will never forgive myself for what I said next, however, "Does that
mean we are going to 'do it', right now?" I slapped my free hand over
my mouth as soon as the words left my lips. "Oh, gosh, I didn't mean
it that way," I groaned with embarrassment but Haldir only smiled
wisely and put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around so that
I was facing away from him.


"Yes, that is exactly what I meant" he said, "right now. But, never
fear, I am not at all offended by your impulsive turn of phrase, but
am, indeed, excited by your human terms. Now, stand still and relax,
this is not going to be at all as you have envisioned 'doing it' and
I am going to need your complete cooperation in order for this quest
to be successful in every sense of the word." As he spoke he pulled
me closer so that my back was firmly nst nst his chest and wrapped
his arms around me. I think my legs were all wobbly for a moment but
he whispered an elvish word and I felt instantly relaxed again.


"Wait a minute, what about the Twins, what if they come back...?"


"They have been appraised of our mutual quest and will not
interfere...indeed, it was py aty at their request that Galadriel
entrusted me with this honor." Honor? Honor? The word rang like a
bell throughout me. "Now, close yoyes yes and just listen to me." He
brought one of his hands up to my face and pulled my hair back behind
one ear. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he spoke slowly and
gently. "I want you to imagine the world and everything within it as
perfect and beautiful. There is no weakness, no senselessness, no
imperfection to disturb the mind, heart or soul. Imagine everything
working in harmony and grace for the betterment of all beings and the
delight of each individual being apart from the whole..."


I could not "imagine" a single thing standing there pressed against him
except what he might look like naked which I hoped was going to
happen really soon. He had said, "right now" had he not?


As if he had read my thoughts he chuckled and said, "Patience, my
lady, patience...work with me, cooperate, this is not going to be a
mere lusty romp. Remember what I said about discipline? Now, imagine
the world as I have said, perfect and balanced and in harmony..." He
kept repeating the words, "Imagine" until I finally felt as if I were
imagining a perfect world and as I pictured such a world in my mind
his hands moved back to my shoulders and he began removing my gown
from the top down. His hands moved slowly, surely, drawing my gown
down over my hips and legs and he crouched to the floor to remove it
from beneath my feet before standing back behind me. He placed his
hands at the top of my head and stroked my hair, my face, my neck and
my shoulders with almost feather-light caresses as he repeated to
me, "Imagine, dear heart, a world where love is all and all is love."


Well, it was a LOT harder to imagine anything with me naked and him
touching me like that and I started to feel a little lost...what if I
did not figure out this imagining business? Would he give up and
leave? Then I felt his lips on my neck, not kissing me just traveling
along up to my ear with his soft, even breaths sending chills through
me that made me tremble suddenly and almost uncontrollably. It felt
as if every single one of my nerve endings was wide awake and
standing on tip toe as wave after wave of pleasure rippled over me as
his lips moved further and further in their gentle exploration of my
cheek, neck and shoulders. Down my back, along my spine his mouth
moved, sometimes I could feel him speaking but I could not understand
what he said, then back up to the other shoulder and the other side
of my face and neck and uld uld hear, "perfect and beautiful"
or "balanced in harmony," and then down my back again his face would
move. The trembling finally slowed although the waves of pleasure
felt even more intense and the whole time I still had my back to him.


Suddenly he withdrew and whispered, "Do not move, stand there for a
moment, you are almost ready." Well, I certainly was not going
anywhere! Almost ready? Almost? I tried desperately hard to get back
to imagining but it was impossible as I listened to what sounded like
Haldir removing his own clothing behind me in the dark. I wanted very
much to turn around and look but, instead, repeated to
myself, "discipline...discipline....discipline" until the word
completely lost its meaning and I felt compelled to just turn around
and catch a quick peek, but I stopped myself and then there he was
again, drawing me back to him with my back to his now deliciously
naked chest. A flush of heat engulfed me at the touch of his satiny
skin against me as I leaned back into him and looked upwards to his
magnificent face, while hoping I was not breaking one of his
mysterious rules, and was rewarded with a glorious smile as he gazed
down at me.


"Do you trust me?" he asked.


"With my life," I answered as his face drew near and his mouth
covered mine. He held my chin with one hand and moved his mouth
sideways as his tongue worked its way around the insif myf my lips,
over my teeth and up along my palate. I would have completely
collapsed in a puddle of melted flesh except that his other arm
embraced me and held me upright. I wanted so badly to turn around and
put my arms around his neck and at least feel him against me front
ways but he held me in such a way that I could not move and kept
right on kissing me. Now my heart was beating, or, actually more or
less crashing about inside my chest, and trying to leap out of my
throat, while my lungs seemed to have forgotten what air was for and
what they were supposed to do with it, like breathe for instance;
this time Haldir did not seem to notice, however, or if he did notice
he was not worried about it. Instead he moved his hands over me, down
my sides and over my belly and up to my breasts with the same feather-
light touch he used before as he kissed me ever more deeply and
insistently, his lips going from hard and demanding to soft ancarecaressing as his hands kept moving softly and expertly down and over
and up and around, reaching and searching with inquisitive fingers
under my arms or down the small of my back and between the cheeks of
my bottom then bap anp and around to my belly and hips.


Suddenly we were sinking downwards and sort of backwards but I just
let it happen, as if I could have prevented it, although it did feel
like we were falling for a moment, but I trusted him not to let me
tumble and we just sort of sank down to the bedding with him behind
me and me on top of him leaning back against him. He was semi-sitting
and kneeling and he drew me to a kneeling position still with my back
towards him but my head twisted back and upwards as his kiss never
faltered or lightened as he drew me to the floor. His hands were at
my breasts now and his caresses were still gentle but more firm as
they moved over and around them, his fingertips brushed against the
nipples as they stiffened andmed med to buzz from the soft friction.
I was really ready to scream just about then when he finally broke
the kiss and drew back slightly to look into my eyes.


"Are you ready?" he asked.


I think I answered with something really intelligent and thoughtful
like, "glerp," or words to that effect, as his hands moved down
lower, over my belly and one went between my legs while the other
took hold of the inside of one thigh and pushed it up and apart from
the other. Never once did he take his gaze away from my face and I
felt as if I were floating upwards right into his eyes. He pulled the
upper part of my leg back and rested my knee on one of his.


His fingers moved between my legs and fluffed the hair as he
whispered, "Love is all and all is love." His fingers parted my lips
below and began to work. "Perfect and beautiful, balanced in harmony
with the celestial spheres," he continued, "alive and growing in
light and life..." and a whole bunch of other stuff but there is no
way I can remember because when his fingers began exploring my mind
stopped working. I was wetter than I had ever been before and as he
fondled and stroked and gently pinched at my now throbbing lower lips
about all I knew was the heat that pounded in my face and breasts and
between my legs was enough to light a fire, in the rain. He kissed me
again as he thrust a rigid curved finger within me and lifted me out
of my kneeling position with his finger pushing me upward while his
other hand went under my bottom and settled me on my back next to
him. He broke the kiss and trailed his warm, open, moist mouth down
to my breasts while his finger slid out and then up and over my
clitoris, dancing softly over the tip and around it and then back
down and inside of me and then out and up and over again and again.

These stupid noises kept coming of of my mouth like I was grunting
or whimpering or both at the same time. At one point I remember
hearing harp music cascading over me like a wash of sprinkled water,
each note set apart distinctly from the next as if they were separate
crystals dangling in the air, keeping time with his fingers as they
moved now quickly then slowly then quickly again, and I clearly
remember thinking, "it's celestial," right before I climaxed and not
in a very genteel, ladylike fashion I have to confess. My hips were
jerking around as if they were being controlled by an invisible
puppeteer and Haldir tried to kiss me but I could not keep my lips
focused for some reason. My mouth was just wide open with not much
more coming out than "oh, oh, oh, oooohhhh, oooohhhh, oh, oh..." like
that. Oh, I hate to think about what I looked like but Haldir did not
seem to mind. He picked me straight up from the floor and had me
turned, spread and impaled on his penis before my orgasm was finished
and now I know what the term "multiple orgasm" really means. It is
all in the timing and elves know all about timing. Discipline,
discipline, discipline. Oh, my, word, there is a lot to be said for
discipline.


Haldir took his sweet time pleasing himself with me astride him now.
He lifted his head to my breasts and teased and tickled my nipples
with his tongue until they tingled and practically snapped sparks of
electricity. He would draw my face down to his as he lifted me up
with his hips and watch my reaction as he bounced me gently atop of
hihen hen his mouth would be on mine again and I could feel the heat
radiating from his face as if it were burning with fever. Without
warning he lifted me up and, while keeping himself buried to the hilt
within me, turned me on my back and was over me now with his silvery
hair flowing on either side of my face like a curtain. He gazed into
my eyes again and I could tell he was reaching his own climax as his
upper lip drew back and his nostrils flared. But he was waiting for me
and I was not that far behind as he put his hand under my bottom and
tilted my pelvis ever so slightly so that the base of his member made
contact with that little knot of pleasure with each deep, spasmodic
thrust as we both tried to batter our way straight through each
other’s pelvises and right out the other side in our mutual climax. He
kept my face clamped between his hands and we watched each others
faces twist and contort as wave after wave of pleasure crashed us
into each other.


Haldir sank to his side and pulled me close to him, chest to chest
finally, and he kissed my face and neck as he whispered in elvish to
me. He later told me that he was mostly repeating what he said to me
earlier about perfection and beauty and balance but it sounded like
he was singing without a melody although in my delirious state he
could have said, "You look like an orc and you smell like a Balrog,"
and it would have been music to my ears. As I finally sort of "came
to" I realized that there really was harp music playing nearby and it
was very soothing and peaceful. I began to drift off to sleep so I
disengaged myself from the embrace and sat up to clear my head.


"So," I said, "did you achieve your mission?" I giggled at the
thought of what we had just finished doing being something as high
and lofty as a "quest."


"That entirely depends on you, my lady, and what you do with the
lessons you have learned with me tonight."


"What I do with them? You mean, like, with the Twins?"


"No, I meant for you to take these lessons back into your world for
others who dream of merging with their own fantasy, remember?" Well,
gosh, I felt like an idiot but how did he expect me to remember that
far back after what he just did to me? That was ages and ages ago. He
was lucky I remembered it was supposed to be a quest.


"Do you really want me to tell people about this?"


"I expect you to tell them everything and in great detail," he said
as he rose himself to a sitting position and ran a finger over my
facd dod down my nose. "Did I tell you how cute this is, yet?" he
asked as he tapped the tip of my nose.


"I'm glad you like it," I said, "but yours is much better, you know."
And I tapped his and petted it a little and then traced his lips with
my fingers and let him draw the tips into his mouth like he had with
the chocolate the day before.


"Now, it is time for you to sleep as you will have to keep your wits
about you when you are near that creature, Grima, on the morrow." He
pushed me back down to the blanket and snuggled up beside me and
began to sing softly to me in elvish along with the melody of the
harp music.


"No one is going to believe me," I said.


"Never mind," he said, "never mind, just write it in such a way that
any lady in your group who reads it will feel as if it is she who is
having this experience and it will not matter if any believe you, or
not." Then, as he resumed his elvish lullaby, I finally, blissfully,
drifted off to sleep in the arms of Our Golden Elf, Haldir.


The End