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The Long and Winding Road	By : kathmco Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I seek only to borrow from Tolkien's genius, and do not seek to profit from this writing in any way.
Chapter 10
Shortly after the sun rose, Haldir woke Calla, brushing his lips against hers while rolling her nipple in his fingers. He dipped his head to take the rosy bud in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as she began to wake, moaning softly.
Lifting his head to look at her, he smiled, saying that it was time to get up…they were expected in the city as word of their arrival had preceded them with the wardens. Kissing her again, more deeply this time, he regretted that they must leave immediately, but promised himself that he would continue what he had begun once they were comfortably settled in his talan.
Leaving her to dress, he peered over the edge of the flet, letting out a soft whistle. Moments later, Rumil appeared at the foot of the tree, looking up at his brother, awaiting instructions.
"Rumil, fetch my horse. We are leaving for Caras Galadhon momentarily."
Rumil nodded, and disappeared once again into the brush, only to return a few moments later leading the lovely chestnut mare by her bridle. He stood holding the horse still at the base of the tree.
Haldir looked back over his shoulder, seeing Calla dressed in the same gauzy pale blue dress she had worn since Mirkwood, and resolved to make purchasing a wardrobe for her a priority. Of course, he smiled to himself, he would need to include several copies of her nightgown in the purchase.
Calla nibbled on a piece of fruit that Haldir had thoughtfully laid out before waking her. "Aren't you hungry?" she asked, walking toward him, and slipping a grape between his lips.
"I am hungry, but not for grapes," he answered, bending to nuzzle her neck, while wrapping his arms around her waist. She laughed softly, having become used to his incessant libido. Calla was a little surprised when he pulled away, taking her by the hand to the edge of the flet. He unrolled the rope ladder, and squatted at the edge, ready to help her descend.
Taking one look over the edge of the flet, Calla paled visibly. "I can't do this, Haldir…climbing up was bad enough, but there is no way I’m stepping off the edge of this platform and trying to climb back down!" She was actually trembling at the thought, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
Chuckling softly, Haldir stood and held her close, calming her tremors. "You will need to get over this silly fear soon, Calla, but for now, I will help you." He quickly picked her up, slinging her in that old familiar position over his shoulder. Stepping of the edge, his foot found the first rung of the ladder with ease, and he quickly climbed down the long distance to the forest floor.
Setting her on the ground, Ha loo looked over to Rumil, who was staring at them with raised eyebrows. "I can see where having that lovely thing slung over your shoulder would be most entertaining, but I fail to understand why you would wish to do it while climbing down a mallorn," Rumil said in Elvish, puzzled.
"She is afraid of heights," Haldir explained, as Calla looked shyly at his brother, her face red. She didn't understand them when they spoke Elvish, but from the look on Rumil's face, she guessed what the conversation had been about.
"How will she live in Caras Galadhon with such a fear?"
"She will learn."
Shrugging his shoulders, Rumil approached Calla and addressed her in the common tongue, "Welcome to the Golden Wood, Lady Calla. I am afraid I was lapse in offering you a proper welcome last night."

Without warning, he snaked his hand behind her head, pulling her lips to his in a fierce kiss.
Equally without warning, her hand flew up and brutally twisted his right ear. Rumil yelped, pulling away from her as Haldir exploded with laughter. "I warned you not to try to force your attention on her, brother!" Turning to Calla he laughed, "He has never listened to me, even when he was an elfling!"
"Eru's balls! She nearly took my ear off!" Rumil cried, tears of pain in his eyes, his hand holding his offended ear. Calla bit back a smile, but, afraid that she, once again, may hgottgotten off on the wrong foot with an Elf, and not really wanting to insult Haldir's brother, walked up to Rumil. He backed away, afraid of what body part this madwoman would attack next.
Smiling, Calla said softly, "Rumil, brother of Haldir, I'm sorry. I'm just not used to being kissed without being asked. Had you asked, I would have done this." Gently placing her hand on the side of his face, she lifted onto her toes and kissed him tenderly. Feeling his response, she licked his lips, and his arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer. His mouth opened, and her tongue entered sliding over his warm, soft tongue. She broke the kiss, looking up into his eyes. "Am I forgiven?"
He found a smile for her, although his ear still ached. "Yes, Lady Calla, and the next time I wish to kiss you, I promise to give you ample warning. Perhaps a week or more!"
Still laughing, Haldir lifted Calla up onto the back of the horse, before jumping up himself. Waving farewell to Rumil, he clucked to his mount, and began the trek to Caras Galadhon, which lay several miles further, deep within the Golden Wood.
"We will have some time to settle in when we arrive at my talan, Calla. I should like to attend to a few things, so I wish you to make yourself comfortable. We will no doubt be summoned to meet with the Lord and Lady later this afternoon," Haldir explained as they rode through the silent wood.
" talan, Haldir? Isn't it time for you to trust me enough to have a place of my own?"
Haldir froze, and she felt the tension that suddenly flooded through his body. "Why would you wish to sleep somewhere else? You have spent every night with me since I brought you to Arda."
"We had no choice…where else would I go? You wouldn't let me have my own room in Mirkwood, and we've been travelling since then."
Haldir fell silent, not speaking again until they reached the limits of Caras Galadhon. As they broke through the brush and Calla got her first glimpse of the fabled city, Haldir leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Welcome to Caras Galadhon…welcome to my home." He raised his arm, gesturing toward the sky.
Calla's eyes followed his arm gazing upward, gasping as the wondersthe the city came into view. The talans that graced the upper limbs of the mighty mallorn trees were not like the open flet she had spent the previous night on, but rather fully walled cottages perched high above the ground. Elaborately carved wooden circular stairways wound their way up the tree trunks, with many suspended walkways connecting the trees, one to the others. Thousands of twinkling lights lent soft illumination to the city, for the golden leaves of the mallorns were so thick here that they blotted out most of the sun. Elves, dressed in many different color tunics and dresses, all beautiful, graceful, tall, and silver haired, seemed to float here and there, so far above Calla's head.
"Oh, Haldir…even after reading Tolkien's description, I would never have imagined so beautiful a place as this! It is magnificent," she said, and meant every word.

He smiled, enjoying her reaction to his home, and nudged the mare on toward a pair of Elves who were waiting to take it to the stables.

Lifting Calla down from the mount, Haldir handed the reins to one of the Elves and led Calla to a nearby mallorn. For a moment, he froze, his eyes taking on a faraway look, making Calla worried for a moment that something was wrong.
"The Lady requests your presence this afternoon in her chambers, Calla," Haldir informed her, guiding her up the staircase. Calla tried to stick as close to the trunk as possible, since the staircase did not have a railing.
"I'd forgotten that she could speak to you in your mind, Haldir…isn't that disconcerting - having someone in your head like that?"
"The Lady's voice is but a whisper…it is not intrusive."
"Well, I'm glad she can't do that to me. I don't think I'd like someone rummaging through my head like a junk drawer."
"She can speak with whomever she pleases, Calla. It is an honor for her to touch your mind."
"No, thanks. She can just keep her little telepathic tricks to herself, thank you very much. Why does she want to see me, anyway? I thought we'd be meeting with both she and Lord Celeborn this afternoon."
"She did not say, but I'd wager that she finds you as attractive as I do."
"What? Oh, no, buster…I don't swing that way. It's fine for you to lay with everything that breathes, but not me! Tell your Lady she can just find herself somebody else."
"Calla! Did Thril til teach you nothing about angering royalty? You must not slight the Lady," Haldir said earnestly, turning to face her on the stairs.
"I don't care, Haldir. Thranduil, at least, was male. I've come to accept your ways, but I draw the line at this. I will not, under any circumstances, sleep wa woa woman, and that is final!"
"Calla…"
"No, Haldir. No, no, no."
Sighing, Haldir led the rest of the way up the mallorn, and ushered her into his talan. He turned to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes. "Calla, I know that you wish to have your own place to sleep, but I would ask that you stay here with me."
Calla felt those startling gray eyes piercing hers, and found that she really didn't want her own place after all. She actually was very glad that he wanted her to stay with him. She had feared that once he delivered her to his Lord and Lady that he'd want to be rid of her.
Smiling, she reached up to touch his face, saying, "I'd be happy to stay here with you…I thought perhaps you couldn't wait to see the end of me, now that you've completed your quest, and brought the books and the translator to Lothlorien."
As though a great tension suddenly fled him, he smiled broadly, sweeping her into his arms, kissing her passionately. Breaking the kiss, he feathered sweet light kisses over her face, working his way down her neck, his hands busily untying her dress. The dress fell away, and his lips moved lower still, now nipping and gently biting the flesh of her breasts, his hands roaming her back and cupping her bottom.
Her own hands responded, tearing at the fastenings of his tunic, eager to feel his skin next to hers. She worked next on his leggings, managing to free him from their confines, feeling his erection hot and hard against her belly. He kicked off his boots, and stepped out of his leggings, never once letting his lips leave her skin. Claiming her mouth again, his tongue danced with hers, as aid aid her gently upon his pallet, his body stretched next to hers, one of his legs laying across both of hers. Suddenly, he twisted himself so that his head was at her thigh, and his member within reach of her mouth.
He spread her thighs with his hands, his tongue darting in to taste her, slowly licking her folds, searching for the sweet spot that lay hidden there. Hearing her moan softly as she took him into her mouth, his tongue began to flick back and forth across the nub, his own moan rising in his throat as she flicked her tongue across the head of his member.
Her hips began to buck into his mouth, as she neared her climax. He stopped his ministrations, causing her to groan, and nip at his shaft. He quickly positioned himself between her legs, wanted to feel himself within her when she came. Sensing what she wanted, he slammed his length into her again and again, causing her to quickly regain what he had so teasingly withheld but a few moments before. Her orgasm ripped through her, tensing every muscle in her body, squeezing his organ into releasing his essence. His head jerked back on his shoulders, and a loud groan announced his shuddering climax.
Bending to kiss her, he pulled away, reluctant to leave her, but knowing he had to attend to his errands before they needed to meet with the Lord and Lady. As he dressed, a frown flitted across his fine features, as he wondered at how the Lady would take to being rejected by the human woman he had brought into the Golden Wood.
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