" Marchwarden... A moment, if you please."
Haldir came to an abrupt halt and executed what was arguably the second most ungraceful bow ever given to the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood.
" My Lord, my Lady. Of what service may I be?."
Haldir managed to keep his voice neutral, although he was fairly jumping from impatience to be off after that accursed, Mordor-sent, blight of a female who was about to meet her demise for what, Haldir was sure, would be the betterment of all of Arda.
With a mental wink to his spouse, the Lord of LothLorien addressed the Marchwarden.
" I have been contemplating a change to a certain passage in a book I am writing about our fair home here, beneath the bounty of the majestic Golden Wood. The passage goes something like this..."
And with that Lord Celeborn, the renowned ' Silver Tree', launched into a long, winding monologue that had Haldir seriously contemplating whether it was possible for an elf to fade, just from sheer boredom.
At last, after what seemed like a millenia, the Lady of Light laid her hand upon her spouse's sleeve.
" My Lord. Although I am sure that Haldir would agree with me when I say that the subject at hand is utterly fascinating, I do believe we have kept him from his walk for quite long enough. And I daresay, that I would like to resume our own pleasant stroll as well."
She smiled at Celeborn and then at Haldir, who almost broke into tears of gratitude at her words. Celeborn smiled.
" Far be it for me to deny my Lady's wishes. Haldir, I do hope you are not too dissapointed if we postpone the rest of this discussion until a later time."
" Off course not. My Lord, my Lady."
Haldir bowed respecfully, before walking away as fast as he could, while still maintaining some modicum of decorum.
As they watched his form receding down the forest path, The Lord of the Golden Wood turned to his Lady.
" Do you think we detained him long enough?." He asked.
" I think so, though it matters not. I simply just had to put an end to our ploy, for I was about to collapse under the weight of insensate boredom." She answered.
the Lord looked at his beloved Lady and arched an eyebrow in mock indignation.
" Are you, penchance, calling me an ancient, long-winded fool?." He growled.
Galadriel looked back at her powerful, imposing and handsome silver-haired Lord, her eyes twinkling.
" Ancient, yes.. Long-winded, rarely.. A fool?.. Never." She smiled at him, her eyes soft with love.
Celeborn laughed and executed what was definitely the most graceful bow ever given to the Lady of Light, before offering his arm in courtly gesture. Galadriel playfully curtsied, then took her Lord's offer.
And thus, the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood resumed their regal stroll beneath the canopy of the mighty Mellyrn trees.
Haldir had gone quite a ways into the forest, when he caught a rippling movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head he saw a thorn bush swaying, as if ruffled by the wind, with something snagged on one of its branches. Twas no more than a few threads, really, but to the Marchwarden they were a crystal-clear sign of his quarry. With a feral smile, he turned his steps towards a new direction.
Off course, had he been less blinded by his vengeful pursuit, he would have immediately noticed that there was no breeze at all blowing through the woods on this fine, still day...
As he continued on, he saw more and more threads, until it seemed as if every thorn bush in the path had some minute bit of her clothing on their branches. This was most certaintly true, for the mischievous plants had had themselves a grand time carrying out Galadriel's wishes. More than a few even snagged some threads from Haldir's own clothing, just for good measure, you know..
At last, the Marchwarden saw his final destination. He felt his anger crest anew as he approached the well-concealed cottage. So... The ill-mannered little shrew though herself clever enough to hide from his wrath. Well, he was about to show her just how wrong she was.
Annaien looked around the inside of the cottage with eyes filled by wonder. The private retreat was a surprise of luxurious sensuality. She could not help but blush at the thought of what the Lady of Light obviously meant when she had said that she and her Lord came here for...solitude.
The dominant feature of the room was a beautiful four-poster bed, carved to resemble four swans, their long necks extended as if reaching to the sky. the bedding itself was delightfully plush, as were the two divans banking a low table upon which, an unopened bottle of miruvor waited, beside two exquisite crystal goblets. A much taller dining table was ladden with a basket of fresh fruits and a wedge of LothLorien's finest cheese, surrounded by wafers of Lembas.
If Annaien had not been so relieved to have successfully escaped that noxious and stiff-necked Marchwarden, she would have wondered just why the room was thusly laid out, when the Lord and Lady of the Wood had certaintly not been heading in this direction when she encountered them earlier.
But this was not the time for speculation. The rich feel of the room surrounded her with it's languorous welcome and Annaien unbuckled her sword-belt, eager to partake of the comforts offered.
It was at that moment, that a tremendous crash sounded, as the door slammed open...
TBC...
Annaien felt her heart lodge in her throat at the sound of the door slamming open. Then she felt it plummet all the way down to her toes when she saw who was there.
{ Well, this is not good... } She thought.
Haldir stood in the doorway like some big, angry platinum dragon and Annaien's frightened mind could swear that she actually saw smoke puffing out of his nostrils with every heaving breath he exhaled. Keeping the table well between them, she tried to give him her most contrite look.
" I can see that you are a little upset..." She began.
The dragon growled.
So...Talking was out of the question.
Her survival instinct came to the fore, aided by her years of training as a warrior. Annaien made a deep feint to her left, drawing Haldir away from the door, before leaping over the table and lunging for the now-vacant entrance.
She almost made it.
But a strong arm snaked around her waist, drawing her back into the room as Haldir spun her away from the doorway, before kicking the door shut. She was just about to make another lunge, when two strong arms pushed her back against the wall, effectively imprisoning her between them. For a long moment they stood thus, panting as they stared at one another, their eyes flashing with undisguised loathing.
And then, suddently, they were kissing.
Kissing with an unrestrained passion that seared them both in the fires of desire too-long repressed. Haldir crushed her body to his and she tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning wantonly. The very sound of her voice caused a pooling sensation in his loins and he answered with a deep groan, as his cock hardened between the press of their bodies.
Annaien was lost as she met his lips with her own. The taste of him...the feel of him... She was weak and yet fierce in her yielding, pressing her body ever closer as the hardness she could feel between them brought her own sex to a liquid heat of anticipation.
As if by some unspoken agreement, their hands began to undo belt-buckles and unbutton fastenings, their lips still locked in passionate exploration all the while. Haldir's sword belt clattered to the ground, leaving his tunic unfettered and he moaned as he felt her hands go under it to touch his bare skin. His own hands moved to mimic her actions and Annaien mewled in pleasure as she felt his strong fingers on her back. Haldir pressed her against the wall once more, trailing his lips down her neck to suck gently at the juncture just above her collarbone, groaning as he felt her nails rake down his own back.
The very presence of their clothing became suffocating, their mounting passion having reached such a feverish state, that only the joining of their bodies could assuage their need. Somehow, they managed to toe off their boots, even as they were drawing their tunics over their heads.
Then they came toguether again.
Oh! it was bliss, to hold each other thus. Her skin was so soft, as soft as he imagined in all those dreams that he had refused to acknowledge by the light of day. Annaien clung to him, her lips tracing patterns upon his chest, then up to his neck, before she claimed his lips in another hungry kiss...
And Oh! it was bliss, the taste of him. He was so good, as good as she had imagined in all those dreams that she had refused to acknowledge by the light of day..
They stumbled in their lover's dance until they fell onto the bed, where they removed the last barriers between them. Two sets of leggings went flying across the room and then Haldir was looking at the glory that was her, as she drank the sight of him in return. Their eyes locked. Neither wanted to speak, for fear of breaking the spell and so he asked, silently. She answered by opening her legs to him, both in acceptance and offering.
With a guttural moan, he came to her and their bodies entwined in urgent need. He entered her as she drew her longs legs, locking them behind his back as if she would never let him go.
Heat.. Hardness..
They both cried out from the pleasure of that first thrust, then gave themselves over to the maelstorm.
Faster.. faster..
The feel of her legs tightening around him, the rippling of his muscular back under her hands. Her whisper into his pointed ear.
" Haldir..."
His breath against her neck as he answered.
" Annaien..."
And then, no more words. For the storm took them in a whirlwind of heated sensation and they were each helplessly caught in its climax. She arched her back, spasms shaking her core as she sobbed in ecstasy. He braced up onto his arms and watched the beauty of her undoing, before he, himself, was undone with a raw sound of release.
For a long time, they lay panting in the aftermath, their lips raining soft kisses of mutual comfort. But at last they had to part, if only to tenderly clean one another of the traces of their passion. Then they snuggled back down into the bed, still not speaking, and just held each other while elven eyes glazed over and half-human eyes shut, as they drifted into sated reverie.
TBC...
She was having the most wonderful dream...
Her and Haldir had spent a whole day and night making love. On the divans, as they licked drops of miruvor from each other's skin. On the table, as they decided to snack on something other than fruits and cheese. Then back onto the bed, where..
No, wait... It had been no dream. It had really happened.
{ Mmmm... }
Annaien's lips curved into a happy smile, her half-human eyes still closed, as she went to stretch langurously in welcome of a new day.
Only to find that she could not.
She came fully awake then, her body tensing with alarm at finding herself tied, spread-eagled, to the four swan-shaped posters of the bed. She pulled against her bindings, in an attempt to break them. But it was to no avail. The elven ropes had been tied with expert efficiency.
" Lesson Three:"
Annaien turned suddently furious eyes at the figure seated calmly on one of the chairs. Haldir returned her stare serenely as he crossed his very impressive arms over his even more impressive chest, before continuing in his best intructor tone of voice.
" Never relax your guard when out in the field."
She gave him a look that could have felled the Dark Lord himself.
" You are the most despicable, underhanded, traitorous, unforgiving..." She sputtered.
" And arrogant." Haldir cocked a mocking eyebrow. " You forgot to mention..Arrogant."
He rose from the chair and began heading towards the door. Annaien looked at him with in disbelief.
" Haldir! You miserable spawn of a mangy, tick-ridden warg!. Get back here and untie me, THIS INSTANT, or I'll..."
" Tsk, tsk. Such temper. Most unbecoming for the newest member of the Galadrim Guard."
He gave her a wicked grin.
" Do not fret so, meleth nin. I will come back to free you... Eventually."
And with that he was gone, shutting the door quietly behind him.
{ Newest guard?... Meleth nin? }
Annaien settled back into her pillow, her face becoming the very picture of thoroughly-satisfied contentment as she heard her beloved Marchwarden's voice drifting down the path, whistling a merry little tune.
Aye, he would be back. And then...