Filling Santa's shELVES

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Filling Santa's ShELVES - A Twisted Christmas Story


Chapter 9

Not long after they had finished eating, the door to the room opened once again and Gish stepped through. Her eyes immediately sought out Orophin's, but she turned to Haldir, handing him a small piece of paper. On the paper were scratch marks, made in clumps of three, four, and five. "Elur said to tell you that there are as many guards as there are marks on this paper. They travel in groups like these, up to as many fingers as are on my hand," she explained, pointing to a set of five marks on the paper. Haldir nodded, then secreted the paper away under one of the mattresses, to be studied later.


Rumil and Legolas nodded a greeting to her as Haldir rested his hand on Orophin's shoulder for a moment, before knocking on the door, signaling to the guard that they were ready to leave. The guard opened the door, and the three Elves were escorted out. The door slammed closed and the bolt thrown, locking Orophin and Gish inside. It was a few minutes longer before Orophin found the ability to speak.


"Um, good evening, Gish…" he began lamely, not quite sure what to say to her. "I…um, hope you are well this evening."

"Should I take my night dress off? How does this work?" she asked without preamble, her eyes boring boldly into his, although a blush crept up her neck.

Orophin looked frozen at her words. "No! I mean…well…eventually…I mean…" his voice trailed off, not at all sure how to reply to this brazen elleth.

"Tell me what to do, please. I have no experience in this sort of thing."

"Just come and sit for a while. Really, Gish! Such impropriety!" he murmured, his own blush coloring his cheeks.

"How else will I learn what it is you need me to do, if I don't ask?" she replied, her chin tilting in defiance. "I've already told you that I have no experience in this."

"It's not the type of thing that is planned out, Gish…it just happens when it happens," Orophin said, spreading his hands out in frustration. He had never met an Elleth who was quite so forward on the subject before. He half expected her to demand him to produce step-by-step illustrations.

"That seems rather silly. We both know that it's going to happen, so why do you wish to wait?"

"I…you are exasperating!" he replied, managing to look both shocked and amused at the same time. "Come and sit down."

She sat on the edge of the cot, her eyes never leaving his face. His eyes looked back into the dark depths of hers, and he thought again that she was one of the most lovely ellith he could recall seeing. That, in and of itself, was enough to make him nervous, but her forwardness really threw him. He sat next to her, but at a respectable distance.

"As I told you before, my name is Orophin. My birthplace is the Golden Wood of Lothlorien, where I serve as a member of the Galadhrim, the Guardians of the Wood, under the leadership of my brother, Haldir, the March Warden. I enjoy reading historical scrolls, carving, and teaching Elflings the art of war. I…"

"Why are you telling me all this? How does that help in what we need to do?"

Orophin was getting a bit irritated at the audacity of the Elleth. She should be shy, perhaps shaking with nervousness, not impatiently tapping her foot as he tried to put her at ease.

"I thought you might want to know something about the future father of your child."

"Why?"

"Because you are nervous."

"I am not nervous."

"You should be."

"Why?"

"Because every Elleth is nervous her first time."

"I am not every Elleth."

"So I gather."

They sat in an uncomfortable silence, each staring in the opposite direction of the other. Finally, Orophin took a deep breath and composed himself, addressing her again. "Gish, tell me something about yourself."

"Why?"

Orophin swore an epithet, frowning at her. "Because I asked, that is why! Must you answer every question with another question?"

Gish sighed, turning at last to face him. "I have been here for nearly as long as I can remember. I do remember my family, but only barely. I had a mother and a father, and two sisters, I think, but I don't remember their names. I worked for many, many long years making toys for Santa. When I came of age, I thought I would be taken away, as had so many of the others, but for some reason, I was kept. I help take care of the young ones, and cook, clean, and do the laundry. Is that enough information? Can we start now?"

"No, we cannot start now. This is not like doing the laundry, you know."

"I wouldn't know, because you won't tell me."

Orophin made a strangled noise in his throat, throwing up his hands, he rose from the bed and began to pace the room. "You are exasperating!" he said again.

Gish watched him pace, obviously distressed over what she thought were reasonable questions. It suddenly occurred to her why he was being so difficult.

"Orophin? Are you worried for me?" she asked softly, her eyes widening with the realization.

He stopped dead in his tracks, answering her without turning around to look at her. "Yes. I am worried…concerned. This cannot be an easy thing for you, and I do not understand why you do not see it as the life-altering step it is. I do not know how to explain it to you either."

"Orophin…I am sorry. I do understand, really I do. I understand that we are to make a child tonight, and that we are both being forced into this by forces outside of our control. I just…well, Elur explained things to me. She said that you and your friends are kind and gentle, and I believe her." Gish sighed, looking down at her hands. "You are right, though…I am nervous. When I'm nervous, my mouth flaps, and I can't seem to stop it. I've been punished for that many times. I am sorry if I upset you."

Turning to look at her, his expression softened immediately. "They punished you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "They will pay for that also, Gish. I…am a bit nervous as well. I do not wish to force you to do this."

"Would it make you feel better if I told you that you are not forcing me?"

"It would be a lie, Gish. I am forcing you."

"No, you're not! Santa is…you are doing nothing but being kind and sensitive - two things I am not used to, I'm afraid. I do not blame you, Orophin."

A smile reached his lips for the first time since she had entered the room. She smiled back, and he was astonished at the way it warmed his heart.

Rising from the cot, she approached him, still smiling, but a blush deepening her skin to a rosy color. Standing before him, the top of her head just meeting his chin, she reached up hesitantly, to run her fingers lightly down his cheek. "I do not blame you, Orophin…and…I think you are beautiful."

"You are the one who is beautiful…and feisty, Gish. I don't find anything wrong with being inquisitive, and I would not see another hair on your lovely head harmed because of it. It will not be long before we attack…I swear to you that they will suffer for every pain they have given you." That said, Orophin slid his arms around her, and kissed as tenderly as he knew how.

Her arms found their way around his neck, and before he knew it, she was returning his kisses, more and more passionately, more and more deeply, until their tongues danced a duet that stopped time.

"Gish," he whispered, bending to gently taste of the flesh at the base of her neck, "do you remember the first question you asked me when you came in here tonight?"

"I asked if I should take my nightdress off," she sighed as his lips found a spot on her neck that seemed to connect directly with her belly, judging by the electric shock that it sent there.

"Now would be the time," he whispered back, his hands sliding up her arms to her shoulders. Finding the string that held the gown tied closed at the back of her neck, he pulled it loose, allowing the gown to slide easily from her soft, white shoulders.

A soft moan escaped her throat as his lips followed the gown as it slid down her body. He covered each inch with delicate, feather soft kisses, while his hands skimmed her warm skin as they pushed the gown down to the floor.

Gish found her hands wound through his silky hair, as he worked his way back up her body, taking his time, tasting every inch of her. When his lips once again met hers, it was with a fervor that nearly frightened her, until her own passion rose to overthrow the fear.

His hands left her for a moment, unbuttoning his jumpsuit, and discarding it, along with his boots. Naked, his erection pressed hard and hot against her belly.

"Touch me, little one," he directed, encouraging her to explore, renewing his deep kisses when she didn't hesitate to comply.

Her hands ran over his smooth skin, feeling the hard muscles just below the surface. His broad chest, his strong back, his chiseled abdomen, no inch was spared her probing, curious fingers. She paused only when her fingertips accidentally brushed the head of his erection, and she gasped into his mouth at the feel of his weeping member.

"It's alright, Gish…touch me, please," he nearly begged her. He moaned, his hands seeking the soft roundness of her breasts as she gingerly ran her fingers lightly over the head, and then the entire length of his Elfhood.

He felt the hard rosy nubs of her breasts rise against his palms, and it was almost with reluctance that one of his hands left her breast and trailed downward to gently probe at the sheltered area between her legs.

She gasped as his fingers probed her delicate folds, her head hanging back, exposing her throat to his lips. Her fingers tightened reflexively around his shaft as a course of electricity jolted through her from his touch, and from his mouth suckling hard at her neck, marking her.

Effortlessly, Orophin scooped her up in his arms, laying her gently on the cot, positioning himself over her. One last time, he asked, fighting for control over his own passion, "Gish…are you sure you wish this? Regardless of the consequences, I will stop if you do not."

"No! Please, Orophin, no…I want this…I want you…" she whispered hoarsely, her lips seeking his, her arms drawing him closer.

"It will hurt, Gish. I am sorry, but it cannot be helped. It will not hurt for long, though, I promise," he breathed, returning her kiss ardently with one of his own.

Sliding his palms under her firm, round cheeks, lifting her hips with his hands, he positioned himself between her legs. Using one hand, continuing to support her with the other, he once again found her hidden nub, allowing his thumb to circle it, smiling at the look of surprise on her face at the feelings he was milking from her body.

As she began to writhe beneath him, her hips lifting into his touch, her soft cheeks clenching in his hand as he supported her, he carefully, slowly, probed her entry with the head of his Elfhood. Inch by wonderful inch, he slid deeper, until he felt her barrier blocking his way.

Orophin noticed Gish's breathing was ragged, her back arching at his touch, and as he brought her over the edge, he pushed himself through, entering her fully. Slowly he pumped himself in and out of her tight, silky channel, until the discomfort that had shown itself on her face faded, replaced by a look of wonder as her body quickly responded to him. Renewing his thumb's attentions as he increased his pace, he brought her again to orgasm, this time allowing himself to join her. He directed conception at the same moment that he spilled his seed deep within her, his head thrown back, his body heaving great shudders of delight.

He cuddled her closely in his arms afterward. "Are you alright, Gish? I know that I hurt you…"

"No, Orophin. That was…it was…wonderful, incredible…I don't have the words to describe it!" Gish answered, pressing closer to him, laying her head in the crook of his shoulder. "I think you may have gone overboard, though."

"What do you mean, overboard? I wanted to give you as much pleasure as I possibly could," he answered, confused.

"You did give me pleasure. Unbelievable pleasure…I had no idea anything could feel like that! But that's not what I meant. I meant that you did things a bit too well."

"I still don't understand, Gish. How could I have done it too well? That doesn't make sense," he replied, pulling himself up on one elbow to look down at her curiously, brushing her hair from her eyes gently with the fingers of his free hand.

"I meant that you were supposed to give me a child."

Smiling, he looked at her tenderly. "I did, Gish. I gave you a child."

"No, you didn't, Orophin," she replied softly, "you gave me two."