Haldir's First Love
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Adult ++
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Two Years Later
Title: Haldir’s First Love
Type: FPHet
Author: Lori Anne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/OFC, Rúmil/OFC, Orophin/OFC
Warning: OFC describes her rape in ch. 6 & graphic sexual content in several chapters.
Disclaimer: Tolkien is the master, not me! I own nothing except my OFC’s and one lowly OMC. I have made nor intend to make nothing from this story except one or two Haldir fans sated.
Beta: My hubby....Thanks babe.
Timeline: Before, during and After the fellowship (which is inconsequential to this story)
Notes: Enjoy!!!!
Summary: After a torturous week, Lorinaura finds comfort in the arms of her childhood love.
Haldir's First Love
Chapter 9 Two years later.
She knew he was dreaming. His mind was flooding her with thoughts of sleeping; forcing her to get up from the bed in hopes her laughter would not wake him. He was still the only elf she knew who dreamt of sleeping…and she had asked around. So now, she stood upon their balcony, looking out at her parents’ home. She would always cherish that house, for within its walls she bound her heart to the large, handsome elf with which she now shared her life.
She could also see the Lord and Lady’s home below her, making her smile. With their long overdue arrival back into the city, most of Caras Galadhon has gotten back to normal. They stayed in Mirkwood for nearly three months. Galadriel said she could not pry Celeborn from his deep-seated plot for revenge long enough to get him onto a horse and back home.
Apparently, Thranduil made quite a show of virility toward all the females in their company, including Arwen and Galadriel, herself. The Lady had not really minded, as it was fun to play with others every once in a while, and the Elf King was quite handsome. However, with each passing night he became a little more aggressive, asking her to dance often and getting to know at exactly which point she would slap his hands away.
Finally, he had gotten so good at anticipating her slaps, he grabbed at her hands as they pushed his away, eventually pinning both of them behind her back, with only one of his. He proceeded to press his free hand between her legs, all the while still dancing as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
Galadriel told her, in confidence, at that moment she almost forgot she was bound. If he had been given another few seconds, she would have been pouring his name into the thoughts of every elf in Mirkwood. However, Celeborn, who had been dancing with Arwen, began to see a familiar look in his wife’s eyes. She had seen him walking across the enormous dance floor with a mordant glare overtaking his usually loving features. To save the King, she had linked with Thranduil’s mind, sending him a shriek so shrill, he actually fell to the ground and covered his ears for an hour in terrible pain.
Glorfindel had not aided matters. As he pulled Celeborn back, keeping him from pounding the brazen King, Glorfindel whispered into his ear while sporting a very wicked smile. Try as she might, when the Lady looked into either’s thoughts, she saw only the brown of the Mirkwood soil. Whatever took place, it was well planned and by the time they left, Thranduil was unable to bid them farewell.
After their three-month excursion, word reached them of the One Ring’s destruction, so they set off for Gondor to reunite Arwen and Elessar, meeting Elrond, on the way. Little did they know they would be staying there for nearly two years, helping him get his affairs in order.
It was so good to have both of them home, though Galadriel was saddened. She was having dreams of leaving for Valinor and said she heard the call of her homeland. Heeding that call was proving very difficult for her because she knew Celeborn must stay. They would be apart for many years to come.
On a lighter note, Rúmil and Yavannea bound themselves to one another shortly after his return from the southern border. It was rumored he was as fierce a warrior as Haldir in battling the Orcs who tried to ravage Lórien Forest. He was said to have taken down forty-one while never leaving the safety of the trees. Well, perhaps Rúmil began the rumor himself…who knows.
Orophin, on the other hand, only killed thirty-seven and was greatly disappointed, yet not surprised, his slightly older brother had bested him. He finally talked Katarwë into binding with him after three hundred years of living together. Rúmil said Phin must have gotten down on his hands and knees, this time, and begged her. Phin had apparently been asking her all three hundred of those years. Haldir said Katarwë simply had cold feet because her parents grew apart after a hasty binding. It was probably a combination of both.
“Come back to bed Naneth. I miss the feel of you,” said Haldir.
“Adar, you were dreaming again,” she laughed.
“I cannot help it if you feel so good it invades my dreams.” He smiled, lazily turning to his side as she crawled into the bed.
“I will never figure out how you sleep with all her movements, anyway. She is going to be a feisty one!” She lay down on her back with labored breathing and then turned onto her side to face Haldir.
“Her movements soothe me,” he said, placing his hand on her stomach. “I could have never imagined your belly growing to this size.”
She slapped him forcefully on the shoulder. “Watch it! Insults will get you snuggling your favorite pillow on the couch!”
“You know I love your shape. I find it very...erotic.”
“That is the only reason you are allowed to stay in my bed,” she said, a slight grin playing with one corner of her mouth.
“Please, come closer. Surround me and let me feel her kicking, melethril.”
“It would be so much easier if you simply scooted yourself closer to me,” she said utterly exhausted.
He moved over to her and helped her lift her leg onto his thigh, kissing her lips while she wrapped her arms around his waist. “There she goes…just when I get comfortable.”
“Do not listen to her Estelleth, Ada loves to feel you kick,” he said lightly rubbing his hand over his wife’s belly. The babe within kicked a little more rapidly, eliciting a great smile from her father.
“How do you know she is female?” she asked, “Do you not think it wise to have a male name picked out as well?”
“Estelleth, your Nana is still is not living up to your name.” He staid his hand on the largest portion of the bulge and murmured, “Sleep well, little one. Know you are safe and much loved.” The babe stilled her movements and Haldir looked deep within his wife’s eyes, “Trust me. She is female.”
Lorinaura smiled at him, nuzzling her nose between his ear and the pillow, taking in the wonderful scent of him. “Whatever.”
Sleep took them immediately.
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Adar – father
Naneth – mother
Melethril – lover
Estel – trust
Elleth(in) – female elf (elves)
Type: FPHet
Author: Lori Anne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/OFC, Rúmil/OFC, Orophin/OFC
Warning: OFC describes her rape in ch. 6 & graphic sexual content in several chapters.
Disclaimer: Tolkien is the master, not me! I own nothing except my OFC’s and one lowly OMC. I have made nor intend to make nothing from this story except one or two Haldir fans sated.
Beta: My hubby....Thanks babe.
Timeline: Before, during and After the fellowship (which is inconsequential to this story)
Notes: Enjoy!!!!
Summary: After a torturous week, Lorinaura finds comfort in the arms of her childhood love.
Haldir's First Love
Chapter 9 Two years later.
She knew he was dreaming. His mind was flooding her with thoughts of sleeping; forcing her to get up from the bed in hopes her laughter would not wake him. He was still the only elf she knew who dreamt of sleeping…and she had asked around. So now, she stood upon their balcony, looking out at her parents’ home. She would always cherish that house, for within its walls she bound her heart to the large, handsome elf with which she now shared her life.
She could also see the Lord and Lady’s home below her, making her smile. With their long overdue arrival back into the city, most of Caras Galadhon has gotten back to normal. They stayed in Mirkwood for nearly three months. Galadriel said she could not pry Celeborn from his deep-seated plot for revenge long enough to get him onto a horse and back home.
Apparently, Thranduil made quite a show of virility toward all the females in their company, including Arwen and Galadriel, herself. The Lady had not really minded, as it was fun to play with others every once in a while, and the Elf King was quite handsome. However, with each passing night he became a little more aggressive, asking her to dance often and getting to know at exactly which point she would slap his hands away.
Finally, he had gotten so good at anticipating her slaps, he grabbed at her hands as they pushed his away, eventually pinning both of them behind her back, with only one of his. He proceeded to press his free hand between her legs, all the while still dancing as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
Galadriel told her, in confidence, at that moment she almost forgot she was bound. If he had been given another few seconds, she would have been pouring his name into the thoughts of every elf in Mirkwood. However, Celeborn, who had been dancing with Arwen, began to see a familiar look in his wife’s eyes. She had seen him walking across the enormous dance floor with a mordant glare overtaking his usually loving features. To save the King, she had linked with Thranduil’s mind, sending him a shriek so shrill, he actually fell to the ground and covered his ears for an hour in terrible pain.
Glorfindel had not aided matters. As he pulled Celeborn back, keeping him from pounding the brazen King, Glorfindel whispered into his ear while sporting a very wicked smile. Try as she might, when the Lady looked into either’s thoughts, she saw only the brown of the Mirkwood soil. Whatever took place, it was well planned and by the time they left, Thranduil was unable to bid them farewell.
After their three-month excursion, word reached them of the One Ring’s destruction, so they set off for Gondor to reunite Arwen and Elessar, meeting Elrond, on the way. Little did they know they would be staying there for nearly two years, helping him get his affairs in order.
It was so good to have both of them home, though Galadriel was saddened. She was having dreams of leaving for Valinor and said she heard the call of her homeland. Heeding that call was proving very difficult for her because she knew Celeborn must stay. They would be apart for many years to come.
On a lighter note, Rúmil and Yavannea bound themselves to one another shortly after his return from the southern border. It was rumored he was as fierce a warrior as Haldir in battling the Orcs who tried to ravage Lórien Forest. He was said to have taken down forty-one while never leaving the safety of the trees. Well, perhaps Rúmil began the rumor himself…who knows.
Orophin, on the other hand, only killed thirty-seven and was greatly disappointed, yet not surprised, his slightly older brother had bested him. He finally talked Katarwë into binding with him after three hundred years of living together. Rúmil said Phin must have gotten down on his hands and knees, this time, and begged her. Phin had apparently been asking her all three hundred of those years. Haldir said Katarwë simply had cold feet because her parents grew apart after a hasty binding. It was probably a combination of both.
“Come back to bed Naneth. I miss the feel of you,” said Haldir.
“Adar, you were dreaming again,” she laughed.
“I cannot help it if you feel so good it invades my dreams.” He smiled, lazily turning to his side as she crawled into the bed.
“I will never figure out how you sleep with all her movements, anyway. She is going to be a feisty one!” She lay down on her back with labored breathing and then turned onto her side to face Haldir.
“Her movements soothe me,” he said, placing his hand on her stomach. “I could have never imagined your belly growing to this size.”
She slapped him forcefully on the shoulder. “Watch it! Insults will get you snuggling your favorite pillow on the couch!”
“You know I love your shape. I find it very...erotic.”
“That is the only reason you are allowed to stay in my bed,” she said, a slight grin playing with one corner of her mouth.
“Please, come closer. Surround me and let me feel her kicking, melethril.”
“It would be so much easier if you simply scooted yourself closer to me,” she said utterly exhausted.
He moved over to her and helped her lift her leg onto his thigh, kissing her lips while she wrapped her arms around his waist. “There she goes…just when I get comfortable.”
“Do not listen to her Estelleth, Ada loves to feel you kick,” he said lightly rubbing his hand over his wife’s belly. The babe within kicked a little more rapidly, eliciting a great smile from her father.
“How do you know she is female?” she asked, “Do you not think it wise to have a male name picked out as well?”
“Estelleth, your Nana is still is not living up to your name.” He staid his hand on the largest portion of the bulge and murmured, “Sleep well, little one. Know you are safe and much loved.” The babe stilled her movements and Haldir looked deep within his wife’s eyes, “Trust me. She is female.”
Lorinaura smiled at him, nuzzling her nose between his ear and the pillow, taking in the wonderful scent of him. “Whatever.”
Sleep took them immediately.
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Adar – father
Naneth – mother
Melethril – lover
Estel – trust
Elleth(in) – female elf (elves)