His Arrogance

Title: His Arrogance
Author: Mayetra
Disclaimer: All Tolkien characters, places, and things belong to the Tolkien estate. I'm just playing in his sandbox for a while and promise to return all his toys in good working condition. All original characters belong to me. I make no profit from my writing efforts.
Timeline: AU During Fellowship of the Ring (Movie verse)
Author's Note: This is based on Movie Verse from the extended DVD
Spoilers: Yes - From the Extended DVD


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Nilde eased herself into the hot water of the large bathing pool. Her friends, Yulien and Marinne, were already soaking in the elanor-scented water. Nilde sighed as the heat began to work on her sore muscles. She would be returning to the Northern Fences in the morning and wasn't looking forward to finishing her tour of duty.

"So, how goes the watch with His Arrogance?" Yulien asked, as she began rub soap in her long tresses.

Nilde snorted. "We had a bit of excitement when the Fellowship arrived. Of course, he had to act like their presence was a complete and utter surprise."

Marinne giggled. "Let me guess, he told them that they could not pass."

Nilde smiled. "Yes. Then he let Aragorn argue with him for what seemed like hours, before he finally condescended to guide them to the city. He was acting as if it were his decision. Never mind the fact that we had explicit instructions from Lady Galadriel to escort them directly to the city should they cross our borders."

It was Yulien's turn to laugh. "One would think by the way he acts, he is Lord and Master of Caras Galadon instead of Lord Celeborn."

Nilde began to wash the stain of travel from her body. "Then it took forever for us to reach home. The Hobbits are such slow creatures with their short legs. Several of us went to 'His Lordship' and asked if we should perhaps carry them, but he wouldn't hear of it. He said it was beneath our dignity to carry such burdens."

"His ego is so big that I heard he has to keep it in a separate talan," Marinne said with a twinkle in her eyes.

They all laughed heartily at her joke.

"Well for all of his arrogance, he is quite a looker," Yulien said, sobering a bit.

"I heard the Valar blessed him with a very nice package, if you get my meaning," Marinne wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

They all broke into peals of laughter once again.

Between giggles, Nilde added. "Well he may be hung like Manwë, but he has the disposition of a mangy Orc. I can just imagine that he grunts and drools like one."

More laughter filled the steamy room. If they had been less intent on their conversation and more intent on their surroundings, they might have noticed the Elf standing quietly in the doorway.

Haldir listened as the three wardens continued their jibs at his expense. He knew that some of the other wardens had taken to calling him 'His Arrogance' and 'His Lordship', but until now he had never been able to catch one of them. Yulien and Marinne were no longer under his command, but Nilde was. He would teach her a lesson in respect that she would never forget. He turned and left the doorway, the room's occupants never knowing he was there.

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Nilde hummed to herself as she brushed her dark hair. Unlike some of the Galadrim, she had not inherited blonde hair. She sat upon the small terrace connected to her equally small talan. It overlooked the Celebrant, which reflected the lights from nearby talans.

Haldir watched Nilde from a dark corner of her talan. He had entered quietly after quickly bathing in a different bathhouse. He had beaten her back to the talan and gotten quite a good look at her when she returned from her bath. She hadn't bothered with lighting a lamp, but simply removed her simple gown and put on a white robe, tied with a sash.

He had hardened at the sight of her pale body in the starlight that filtered in through the terrace where she now sat. He crossed the room and stood behind her.

Nilde stiffened when she heard the soft steps approach from behind. She turned and was shocked to Haldir looking down on her. She quickly gained her feet.

"Haldir! What are you doing here?"

"I have come to discuss your recent behavior," Haldir replied cryptically. He turned to the side and motioned for Nilde to enter the talan.

"I do not understand. Have I acted remiss in my duties?" Nilde asked, as she entered the talan. She went to a small table and prepared to light the lantern sitting there.

"Do not bother with the lantern, Nilde. We have light enough for what we are going to discuss." Haldir removed his cloak and outer tunic. He draped them over a nearby chair and then faced her once again.

Nilde was confused. "What is this about, Haldir? You still have not answered my question."

"Have a care with your tone, Nilde," Haldir said haughtily. He paused and regarded her as a hunter might his prey.

Nilde tried not to flinch under his gaze. She willed herself to meet his eyes and not look away. "Forgive me. I seemed to have offended you somehow."

Haldir laughed quietly. "You have no idea. It has come to my attention that you have been very disrespectful to your superiors."

Nilde felt the icy finger of fear snake up her spine. "What do you mean?"

Haldir ignored her question. "I could have you demoted over this. I could see that you are made to suffer through the worst assignment the Galadrim Guard has to offer. It is a great honor to stand along the fences. You have brought shame to your service."

Nilde suddenly wondered if someone had overheard their conversation in the bathhouse and reported her to Haldir. She blushed as she remembered some of bolder comments they had made about him. "I... There is no excuse for my behavior. What exactly is it that I have done?"

Haldir smiled wickedly at her. "I believe it had something to do with 'His Arrogance'". He raised one eyebrow and regarded her.

Nilde turned bright scarlet. "I... that is we... it was a joke. We meant no offense."

Haldir crossed the room until he was only inches from her. "Do you like your position in my unit? Perhaps you wish to be placed under a different command?"

"I am very happy where I am," she answered quickly. It was the truth. Despite Haldir's arrogance, he was the best Captain in the Galadrim guard. Only the very best were placed under his command. If you wanted a chance at being part of the wardens that guarded the Lord and Lady, you had to serve under Haldir first.

"I think I shall have you moved. It is quite obvious from your attitude that you are not happy." Haldir turned as if to leave.

"Wait!" Nilde said in a rush. "Please, I will do anything to stay."

Haldir looked over his shoulder at her. "Anything?"

Nilde answered without thinking first. "Yes. Anything."

Haldir moved to stand in front of her. "How far are you willing to go, Little One? I do not know if you will be able to handle the challenge."

Haldir was not the only Elf that was prideful. Nilde had a far amount of pride herself. "I can handle anything you throw at me!"

"You need to learn what it truly means to serve. Are you willing to do this?"

"I am very willing to prove myself to you," Nilde responded.

"Once we begin, if you fail to complete your tasks, I will have no choice but to dismiss you from my ranks."

Nilde was no longer thinking about the conversation that had gotten her in trouble in the first place. If she had, she might not have been so quick to answer. "I will complete any task you set before me," she answered arrogantly.

Haldir smiled. "Undress for me."

"What?" Nilde squeaked.

"I can see that you are not willing to take this seriously." Haldir sighed.

Nilde suddenly realized where his 'lesson' was going. This was going to be payback for their comments in the bathhouse and had nothing to do with her performance. She considered her options. She could go to the Lord and Lady, but then she would have to explain what it was that she said. She had been insolent and regardless of Haldir's behavior, she would have to answer for her own.

She reached for the sash holding her robe closed and pulled it loose. She removed the robe and tossed it aside.

Haldir looked his fill again. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts, feeling the weight of it while his thumb grazed the nipple. He smiled inwards as she sucked in her breath.

"I hope my grunting and drooling will not bother you too much. I have heard that I have the disposition of an Orc." Haldir reached over and twisted her other nipple lightly.

Nilde gasped. "I...I am sorry. I should not have said that."

"But you did, Nilde. I mean to show you that I moan and groan, but grunting and drooling are typical responses to passion." Haldir stopped his ministrations. "Now we should see if I really am hung like Manwë. Undress me."

Nilde tried to get control of her erratic breathing as she reached over and grasped his under tunic. She slid it up to reveal his smooth and muscular chest. She pulled it over his head and then down his arms, dropping it to the floor.

She slid her hands down his chest towards his leggings. She moved her hands to his hips and continued her downward exploration till she reached his boots. He grabbed the table as she pulled first one boot and then the other off his feet. She looked up and could see the bulge of his erection outlined in the tight leggings.

Haldir watched through hooded eyes as she reached up and pulled his leggings down and then off. He sighed quietly as his erection sprang free. She started to rise, but he placed a hand on her head and pushed her back to her knees.

"Let us see if that mouth of your is good for something other than gossiping in bathhouses," he said quietly.

Nilde licked her lips in an unconscious gesture before lightly licking the head of his shaft. She sucked the tip in and swirled her tongue around the top, lapping at his salty pre-cum. He shifted his hips impatiently, but she refused to be rushed.

Haldir groaned as Nilde slowly sucked him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He felt her had reach up to fondle his sac. Then she did the unexpected; she started to hum as she increased her speed. Haldir was in paradise; he had never felt anything so deliciously good. Before he could stop himself, he came hard in her mouth.

Nilde swallowed his essence while continuing to suckle him. Finally, she let him slip from her mouth and sat back to look up at him.

Haldir struggled to regain control. "Get on the bed," he managed to command between gasps. He followed her over to the low pallet that served as her bed.

He crawled up between her legs and settled on top of her. She felt wonderfully soft and warm beneath him. His kissed her, his tongue demanding entrance. He could taste himself as he plundered her mouth.

Nilde sighed as he broke the kiss and began to nibble his way down her neck. She could feel that he was starting to harden again. She inhaled sharply as he drew one of her nipples into his mouth. He gently began to twist and tease the other with his hand. She arched her back as he began to suckle gently on it.

Haldir continued to rub the tight bud with his tongue. His free hand drifted between their bodies to gently explore her silken depths. She was hot and wet.

He released her breast and began to move downward. He tongued the tiny depression in the center of her stomach, while he slid one finger into her.

Nilde bucked her hips as she felt his finger slid inside her. He was hard again and she could feel his shaft throbbing against her leg. She moaned as he inserted another finger and began to gently thrust them in and out of her. His thumb began to circle her clit.

Haldir smiled as he lifted his head and watched Nilde writhe beneath him. He drove her to the very edge and then moved his hand. Her cry of outrage filled the small talan.

"Who is serving whom here?" he asked her in a lazy tone.

Nilde bit back her retort.

Haldir leaned back against the wall and stretched his long legs out before him. He motioned her over with his hand.

Nilde crawled over and positioned herself over his cock. She groaned as she began to slowly impale herself on it. He was a bit larger than average and she had known few lovers in her long years. It had been a long time since she had joined with another. She could feel him stretching her and it was a bit uncomfortable. She sighed as she finally sheathed him completely.

Haldir grabbed her hips and began to move her in a slow rhythm. She placed her hands on his shoulders and soon took over the thrusting, careful to keep the rhythm he had established. He began to gently knead her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her taut nipples. She felt so good as she rode him.

Nilde was burning with need and wanted to ride him hard and fast to her release. He was sending ripple after ripple of hot pleasure through her with each pass of his thumbs over her nipples. "Please, Haldir, I cannot take it anymore."

Haldir chuckled. "When we are on the border, I am your Lord and Master. You will not question the way I choose to run my outfit."

Nilde nodded, unable to speak.

Haldir wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled on to the bed so that she was once again beneath him. "You will respect my authority," he ground out as he began to thrust hard and fast into her.

"Yes," she cried, as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. She had plans on being just disrespectful enough in the future to warrant another lesson such as this.

Haldir groaned as he felt her contract around him. Her shudders pushed him over the edge and with a final thrust, he buried himself deep within her and came.

*~*

Six months later...

Haldir watched as Nilde ignored his call. She was getting to be disrespectful again, but he noticed that she was careful not to do it around others. He smiled inwardly. I think it is time to teach the little chit another lesson in respect, he thought to himself.

The End