The Lost

The Lost

Chapter 1
Author: Frosty the Dairy Cow
Rated: NC-17
Codes: Elrond, Legolas, Aragorn, Haldir, Galadriel, OC, AU, N/C
Summary: After the defeat of Sauron, Elves and Men go to war. The reason, though, is not so clear. Contains real plot.
Notes: Elvish translations are at the end of each chapter.
Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine. Bleh.

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Anólindë could remember a day when elves did not patrol the borders of Lothlorien or any other realm of her kind. She could recall a peaceful time, days when she would spend her hours roaming the green forests of Arda, listening to the birds and the trees and exploring new territories. She could see clearly in her mind friends of different races, including Men.

It had not been like that for some while. Now, instead of clothing herself in jewelled dresses and flowing gowns, she dressed in the wardrobe of a warrior. Clad in brown leather, she wore a quiver on her back instead of flowers in her hair. No more walks were taken in the forest, for danger lurked there. There were no friends who were not elves. Especially not Men.

Glancing up at the bright lights shining in the trees, she took a deep breath and sighed. The promise of a light at the end of the tunnel was all but extinguished. Valinor was no longer an option for her kind, having been blocked long ago by the realms of Rohan and Gondor. The long, strained history between Men and Elves came to a climax after Sauron was defeated. A time that should have been filled with celebration was instead filled with war, with the world of Men becoming more greedy than they had ever been. It pained Anólindë, having lost so much in so little time. Each day drew darker for the Elves, though Men did not have any easier of a time.

"What brings a young elf such as yourself out at this time of night?" asked a low voice from behind her.

She grinned, but did not turn. "Someone has to keep the Lady safe," she replied, once again glancing up at the bright lights of the forest.

"The Lady is safe," he replied, stepping around the rock she sat upon. Lord Elrond's eyes glinted in the pale starlight obscured by ageless trees. "She is well protected."

Cocking her head, Anólindë nodded softly. "I am pleased to hear that. Perhaps, then, I am only here to eavesdrop on her conversation."

"She is alone." Elrond smiled and settled beside her on the rock, raising a hand to her face. "You are running out of excuses."

Anólindë bit her lip when he tucked her hair behind her ears. His hand was warm against her wind-cooled skin. "So I am," she replied, "Of course, it would not matter, though. I do not have to answer to you."

His eyes looked over her playfully. "You must if you are not where I expected you to be."

Raising her eyebroAnólAnólindë pulled her face away from his stroking hand. "And where was I expected?" she asked as he dropped his arm to her knee.

Elrond leaned close, brushing his lips against her cheek. "Ned nin haust," he breathed warmly against her ear, "Hell a laug."

She smiled when his hand touched her arm, rubbing softly. "Dihena-enni," she said, pulling back to look him in the eye, "I did not know your plans for" "

He grunted a laugh, leaning away from her and gazing with amused eyes. "You always were a tease," he said, "I would have loved to have known you when gowns, instead of tunics, were worn by ladies. I imagine you were stunning."

Anólindë blinked softly, saddened by his words. She would have liked that, too. Not giving up on the light-heartedness, though, she continued, "Am I not stunning now?"

Standing, Elrond held out his hand for Anólindë to take. "Mthanthan stunning," he said, pulling her from the rock and clasping her hand tightly, "Sui bain sui i elenath, sui alag sui hin."

She laughed and smacked him on the arm. Elrond could always make her feel better about the world, such as it was. They had met after he had lost his children to the war, and she knew she was the only reason he willed himself to go on anymore. There was no other reason for him.

As they headed back along the worn path towards their home, Elrond became quiet. He was worried, she knew, about the situation between Lorien and Gondor. It had been a long while since Men had run the elves out of Mirkwood and Imladris, and now Lorien was the focus of their anger. Elves were strong, though, having taken Rohan and built up their army. Even she felt anger towards those who were once their friends. Her friends. Glancing up at Elrond, she wondered what went through his mind when he thought on Gondor. His daughter's intended was the King of Men. They had not spoken in many years.

"Why do we remain here?" asked Anólindë, pushed into her thinking by the silence. "Why do we bother to fight? Would it not be easier to just allow ourselves to perish?"

He did not meet her eyes. "Easier, yes, but that is not the way of our kind. Those who despair so greatly as to seek death will find no happiness in Valinor."

"Would you not have looked for death, if I had not found you?" Her voice was sad as she looked up at him.

He licked his lips and glanced down. "I may have," he replied as they approached the houses, "But I was not looking for happiness."

Anólindë frowned as Elrond entered the small wooden cabin, situated among tens of others. They were make-shift homes for the elves forced from their lands. As the moonlight filtered through the small windows, she watched Elrond sit upon the bed, his eyes distant. It seemed to happen often when they spoke, the first feelings of contentment soon drowned out by the sadness of reality.

It seemed as though the only comfort they had were their nights together.

"I have not been to battle in days," said Anólindë, removing her quiver. His eyes moved up to hers as she slowly dropped the outer tunic from her shoulders. "I feel tense."

He blinked softly as she bit her lip and approached, dusting her fingers along the strings binding her leather pants. "What would you have me do to relieve your tension, my lady?" he asked, tilting his head.

She smiled coyly, undoing the strings and running her hand up her shirt. She undid the buttons and gently rolled the garment from her shoulders. "Perhaps a massage?" she said softly, leaning forward.

His eyes traveled lustily over her naked chest. Smirking, he reached up and grabbed her around the waist, swinging her to the bed beside him. "I can do that for you," he said quietly, watching her wide eyes as he smoothed his hands up towards her breasts.

Anólindë inhaled sharply and arched into his pleasing touch. Her eyelids fluttered shut as his large hands covered her curves, squeezing softly. When he pinched her flesh she bit back a moan, opening her eyes to his dark, hungry expression.

Grinning, Anólindë grabbed his hands and stopped the assault on her chest. "That's not the kind of massage I had in mind," she said, laughing lightly at his wounded look.

"Did it not please you?" he asked, pulling his hands from hers and settling them on either side of her. He moved to her lips, pressing his mouth against hers and entering it with his seeking tongue. Anólindë moaned softly as he sucked the breath from her, tasting every dark corner of her warmth.

She swallowed heavily when his lips parted from hers and moved her her jaw. "Im baur le," she whispered into his ear as her hands pressed at his shoulders.

He raised up and smiled, running a hand along her throat. "Le gerin enni." Brushing his hand downward, he warmed a trail to her pants and parted them, pulling them off her hips. Anólindë watched him intensely as he did the same to her lace panties, taking his time drawing them along her legs.

"Hammad ego," she commanded, pointing her finger at him. He laughed and complied, and she was explicit in her interest as he disrobed. "Avorn. Im ereb."

Elrond's eyes sparkled as he crawled over her, naked as she. "No al-ereb, nin bereth," he said, kissing her gently, "Im lin."

Anólindë wrapped her legs over his and looked up at him heatedly. "Then do as I ask, and make me happy," she breathed, pushing her hips up into his hardness.

Clenching his jaw, Elrond shifted and inserted himself into her warm body. She closed her eyes and groaned as he slid down as far as he could, reveling in her wet heat.

"Ai, meleth," she sighed as he rested, biting at her full lips. Wrapping her arms around him, she sent her tongue into his mouth and massaged it against his, his e fie filling her senses.

Elrond rested a palm along herek aek as he pulled Anólindë's knee upward, allowing him better access to her body. "Nallon ed an enni," he breathed, rolling back then thrusting forward roughly.

She did cry out, gasping at the surge of pleasure through her abdomen. His thrusting continued as his hand moved from her face to the bed, holding his weight over her. Anólindë curled her other leg around his hip and forced her pelvis upward as he moved within her. Elrond groaned and closed his eyes, lowering his forehead to her shoulder.

"Norn," whimpered Anólindë as his pace increased. Biting at the soft skin of her throat, Elrond complied, jerking heavily into her body. Anólindë cried out and he brought his mouth to hers, tasting her moans and stealing her breath.

Gasping in a breath and arching her neck, Anólindë could feel herself succumbing to the pleasure. Elrond bit at her shoulder and thrust into her quickly, and soon the bliss engulfed her. Crying out loudly, Anólindë met her release and rolled her head back.

Elrond ran his tongue down her neck as she writhed beneath him. Her pleasure only increased his, and he soon met his own release, coming hard against her with a heavy groan.

She let her arms slide from his back. They hit the bed with a soft thump. "You exhaust me," she said, resting her legs and looking up at him, "I will never recover."

He smiled and kissed her lips, tasting her warm breath. "I would have it no other way," he replied, pulling out of her and sitting on the edge of the bed. His dark eyes traveled over her flushed skin. "You are so lovely. You deserve more than this life."

Anólindë frowned and sat up beside him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "We all deserve more," she replied, "Even you." Exhaling deeply, she bent down and picked up her underwear, pulling them over her ankles and up her legs. "I wish one day would not end with this hopeless talk."

His warm hand touched her bare back. "I am sorry," he said, "I forget myself. I did nean ean to sadden you."

Smiling, Anólindë pulled her shirt over her shoulders. "There is no need to apologize. I just wish you were happier." "I will be happy when this war is over," he sighed, dressing his lower body and laying back down on the bed. Anólindë rested her body beside his, drawing herself close to his warmth. "I will be happy when Men have left this world."

Anólindë bit the inside of her cheek and said nothing. She often talked with Elrond regarding his feelings towards Men. She herself knew they were not to be trusted, but he was half-human. His bitterness towards that race was beyond what many of the elves felt. She supposed that had to do with Aragorn as well as Man's general displays of aggression towards the elves. Elrond had taken it upon himself to muster the elves' strength and set them to task against Gondor. Anólindë knew he wanted them dead. Closing her eyes, she wondered if she felt the same way.

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TBC

Elf-Talk:

Ned nin haust. Hell a laug. - In my bed. Naked and warm.
Dihena-enni. - Forgive me.
Sui bain sui i elenath, sui alag. - As beautiful as the stars, as impetuous as (a) child.
Im baur le. - I need you.
Le gerin enni. - You have me.
Hammad ego. Avorn. Im ereb. - Clothing off. Fast. I (am) lonely.
No al-ereb, nin bereth. Im lin. - Be not lonely, my queen. I'm yours.
Ai, meleth. - Ah, love.
Nallon ed an enni. - Cry out for me.
Norn. - Hard.