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Journey Of A Butterfly	By : Mel99Moe Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > Het - Male/Female Views: 5714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13 - Lost Innocence

Over the next several days, Terrwyn made a speedy recovery. The healers were amazed at how quickly she healed, but figured it was due to her youth and vitality. She was tired of lying in bed every day, having maids come in to help her bathe, use the privy or change into yet another white bed gown. She wanted to go home and no one could blame her. Still, the head healer wanted to observe her for at least a couple more days.

As he promised, Rosloch came by at least once a day, always bringing her a fresh bouquet of flowers. It was amazing, but he always brought roses of her favorite color, just like the dusty pink flowers from the torn out page of her childhood book. It was a very sweet gesture that he remembered her telling him about and he went out of his way to find the exact flowers.

On this particular day, Rosloch came by and brought her something else of hers, a light yellow dress that she had bought with her first weeks’ pay. It was made of a cool light material, perfect for hot summer days in the city. She was never happier to see something besides those horrible white bedclothes that the patients wore.

“Does this mean I am leaving soon?” Terrwyn asked him.

“Oh, well that is up to the healers, but they have informed me that they would like to see you up and about. I thought you might like to take that stroll in the gardens that you promised me,” Rosloch said cheerfully.

“Really?” she exclaimed excitedly. “I would like that very much.”

Rosloch left to find a maid to help her change, but when they returned, Terrwyn was already out of bed and behind a changing screen. The maid shooed Rosloch out, saying it was improper. Then she went to check on her patient.

“He is very handsome, my lady, and he seems to have taken a great interest in you,” the nosey maid commented while helping Terrwyn into the dress.

“Oh, I have known him for some time now. He has been a very good friend to me,” Terrwyn said shyly. “I do hope that will change.” She shocked herself by the admission.

“Wouldn’t my lady be better off to find someone her own age?” the maid said accusingly. It was true, Rosloch was twice Terrwyn’s age, but she did not see him as thus. He was very young at heart, or at least that was the feeling she got from him.

The old maid finished helping to dress Terrwyn and then helped her to the door. Being in bed for almost a week had made the young girl slightly wobbly on her feet. When the door opened, Rosloch was standing down the hall waiting. As Terrwyn walked out of the room, his eyes lit up.

“You look beautiful, Terrwyn,” he said reaching out to her with his elbow for her to take, which she did. “How are you feeling today?”

“Well, the constant throbbing has stopped, but this lump on the back of my head will not seem to go away,” she answered.

Before they left, the maid interrupted. “Now, you will not have her out long. This is her first time away from her room since the accident. I will not have you wearing her out. Is that understood?” said the old woman with much authority.

Rosloch straightened up and very military-like answered her with a definite yes and a bow. The old maid squint her eyes at him, glaring for a moment before she turned to Terrwyn. Then her face softened and she smiled to the young Rohirric girl. “Have a nice visit and please do take care not to over exert yourself.”

“I promise,” Terrwyn said warmly. Then they headed off down the hall that led to a courtyard and the newly renovated gardens of the healing house.

Rosloch was a perfect gentleman. He escorted her; made sure she was comfortable and stopped to let her rest when she began to tire. Terrwyn noticed how different he seemed than when she first met him. He seemed nervous, something she had never felt from him before. She felt a little nervous herself. It was strange that now, after all this time and all their travels, they would seem like strangers meeting for the first time.

They spoke of family and growing up in two completely different environments, Rosloch being raised in the city and Terrwyn in the open plains of the Westfold. He told her stories of their time in Rohan during the war and how Lindiel fell in love with Taldred. Terrwyn admitted it was she that urged his sister to follow her heart and seek out Taldred.

“I wondered why she all of a sudden wanted to go with me. So it was Taldred that she wished to see in Edoras.” He laughed to himself. “I should have known. She has always held him in high regard.”

Terrwyn smiled. “Taldred is quite dashing and a very kind soul. She is in good hands, I am sure.”

They sat silent for a moment on a bench beside a young cherry tree. There was something on Rosloch’s mind. “Did you love him?” he asked softly.

Terrwyn thought about that a moment before answering. “Yes, yes I did love him, but not in the same way he loved me. Many times, I tried to tell myself that I could learn to love him. He would have treated me like a queen, but it would have been a lie. I could not have done that to Taldred.” Then she lowered her eyes to her lap and slumped her shoulders. “He deserves someone much better than me.”

Rosloch was surprised to hear Terrwyn speak of herself this way. “Taldred is a very respectable man and I will be happy for my sister if anything comes of it.” He paused and took Terrwyn’s hands in his, gaining her attention. “But it is you who deserves much more. I do not know your whole story, and I am not asking you to tell me, but I do know that you have had a difficult time of it. I meant what I said Terrwyn. If there is ever anything I can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Terrwyn looked up into his big brown eyes. She caught him in her stare before he turned from her. It seemed to her there was something more he wanted to say, but was too afraid to say it. She knew their age difference was a factor. She was nineteen and he was in his early forties.

“Does it bother you that you never married?” she asked.

He smiled and let out a chuckle. “Why no, men do not suffer the same judgment as women. What about you? Most young women your age have already been married for several years with a child on each hip.”

Terrwyn laughed. “Tis true I suppose, but I know there is something out there waiting for me. There is a place where I belong. I just haven’t found it yet. And I am nowhere near ready to settle down.”

Rosloch seemed to perk up at this bit of information. “It seems we may have more in common than I first thought.”

After a while, Rosloch led her back to her room. The old woman was standing by the door; her arms folded and foot tapping. They approached her and Rosloch released Terrwyn’s arm so he could bow to the maid. Then he smiled. “Here she is, back in one piece and no worse for wear.”

“And not a moment too soon,” the old maid scolded. “Any longer and I would have come looking for you myself.” She turned to Terrwyn and smiled kindly. “How are you feeling, my lady? This wasn’t too much for your first time out I hope.”

Terrwyn put her hand on the maids shoulder. “It was quite invigorating.” Then she turned to Rosloch. “And I look forward to doing this again.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Rosloch answered and bowed once more. “Get some rest and I’ll be by tomorrow.”

Terrwyn nodded and opened her door; the maid right on her heals. Once they were alone, the old woman gave her a big smile. “I don’t mean to give him a difficult time, but you will learn you must keep these Gondorian men in line otherwise they will just do as they please.”

“Thank you for watching out for me,” Terrwyn said humoring the old woman.

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A few more days in the healing house, and Terrwyn was allowed to leave and return home. Although she had lived here by herself for the past two months, it suddenly felt very empty and quiet. Rosloch refused to stay there, even in his own room, saying it was improper. He stayed at the guard barracks whether he was on duty or not, but he visited often, usually around suppertime. Terrwyn had to laugh. He was no different from the young men in this way. Still, she enjoyed his company very much and things seemed to be exceling between them. The last time he left, he kissed her hand, something he had not done before. Terrwyn felt very comfortable with the way things were developing between them.

She started selling her flowers again with the new cart that Legolas purchased to replace the one destroyed in the accident. Quite often, the princely elf would stop to purchase white roses with a gold bow. Terrwyn teased him about it not working to speed things up for his wife to retire from her position as royal guard. Legolas only laughed and told her, “When you are immortal you have all the patience in the world.”

It was two weeks since she came home from the healing house. Life seemed to be getting along fairly well in the city and for the first time, Rosloch asked to take Terrwyn to a dance. A celebration was in order as one of his guardsmen had recently become betrothed. All of the guards were invited and Rosloch naturally went to Terrwyn to see if she would accompany him.

She did accept and a couple days later, they were off to the celebration. Terrwyn wore a long floor length pink gown, cinched at the waist and laced up the back. The neckline had small white flowers embroidered into it. The sleeves were long and had a split in them that went from just above the elbow to her wrist. She left her red hair unbound and it hung to her waist. She looked very beautiful that evening and it did not go unnoticed.

Rosloch was proud to be seen with her. His feelings towards her had changed lately. He no longer saw her as a little sister, but as an alluring young woman that he wanted to get to know better. But what would a striking creature like her want with an older man such as himself? He put these thoughts aside as they entered the dance hall.

All eyes turned as Rosloch and Terrwyn made their entrance. He was naturally dressed in his guardsman uniform, black and silver with the white tree of Gondor upon his chest. Terrwyn noticed how extremely handsome he looked tonight. The stubble of his beard and mustache was neatly trimmed. His long brown hair hung loosely at his shoulders. The high collar of his uniform made him look very regal. His brown eyes shone brightly and smiled all on their own. Terrwyn wondered why he hadn’t found someone to settle down with. He was very handsome for his age. Where most men looked battle worn and tired, Rosloch had an air of youth about him. Yet he was mature and experienced in many things. This is what drew Terrwyn to him. There was so much she did not know or understand that he could surely teach her.

The evening was filled with merry making and wonder. Rosloch danced with Terrwyn, holding her close and gazing into her green eyes. Ever since her accident, they grew closer to each other. They did not think twice about it.

They had just left the dance floor and Rosloch went to find them some refreshments. Terrwyn was standing by herself, watching other couples dance, when she overheard a group of women talking in a corner. They were talking about Rosloch, wondering why he was with such a young girl. They said he should be with a mature woman his own age and that this made him look bad in front of the other guardsmen. This angered Terrwyn. How dare they speak about him like that. She moved to where she could not see or hear them only to pick up on the conversation of a group of young men. The men were making crude comments of what they would like to do to Terrwyn had she been their date. They said she would be left unsatisfied by someone as old at Rosloch, that he had nothing left to give at his age. Feeling hurt, she walked to the entrance of the hall.

Finally, Rosloch came to her carrying two glasses of Gondorian wine. “There you are. I have been looking for you.”

“I’m not sure I want to stay,” she said and Rosloch sensed something was wrong.

“What happened, love? You were just having such a wonderful time. I hope I did nothing to --”

She turned to him and there was the hint of a tear in her eye. “You did nothing. You have been a perfect gentleman, but it seems others do not approve of us, you know, because of our ages.”

Rosloch turned back to the group of partygoers. He saw whom she was speaking of. “Those are no friends of mine. Besides, they are just jealous that they could not find anyone to accompany them tonight.”

“Well, maybe they should meet that group of women over there,” she said nodding her head in their direction. “They do not approve either. Why do they have to be so cruel? Can’t they see we are just two friends enjoying each other’s company?”

Rosloch smiled. “Well, we can say our goodbyes and leave, or we can stay and give them more to talk about.” He took her chin in his fingers. “Do not let the minds of other affect your own thoughts and feelings, Terrwyn. They do not know. They have not seen what we have. They have not experienced the same things as us. I am completely comfortable having you by my side. I care not what others might think. They are just nosey fools and jealous of your beauty.”

Terrwyn smiled, his words bringing her much comfort. “And of your handsomeness.”

After that, they shared their wine and a little more conversation. Then they danced some more, only this time they held no reserves for what some of the other guests might think or say. The dance ended and they enjoyed spending this time together.

Rosloch walked Terrwyn home. She invited him in for tea. He refused of course, but she insisted. “This is your house too you know.”

“It hasn’t been my home for a long time. This is Lindiel’s house and yours now.” The mention of his sister made him remember something. “Oh, I almost forgot,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “ Lindiel sent a letter.” He pulled a letter from his pocket. It was still sealed with the symbol of Rohan.

Terrwyn was surprised he hadn’t opened it yet. “You have not read it?”

“I wanted to wait until we were together,” he smiled, handing her the folded parchment.

“Well, now you have to come in. We must read it together,” she said happily. She took him by his hand and led him through the door. “Come sit at the table. I will make us something.”

He did as she said and sat down in one of the wooden chairs, laying the sealed letter on the table. He watched as Terrwyn made quick work in the kitchen and had water heating in no time. She moved so elegantly, he thought observing her long slender body, her long red hair whipping out behind her whenever she turned quickly.

When she was done, Terrwyn carried in a tray with tea, cups and some biscuits. She sat it in the middle of the table, smiled at Rosloch and took a seat next to him. She looked at the letter lying on the table. Rosloch pushed it towards her and she picked it up. Terrwyn observed the seal for a moment. It was in the shape of a horse rearing up on its hind legs, the symbol of Rohan. Oh, how she missed her home. Her finger rubbed across the horse as she thought of open plains and thatched houses. Then she broke the wax seal and unfolded it carefully. Her eyes scanned it quickly. “Well, she says life in Rohan was difficult to get used to at first, but that Taldred made her feel very much at home.” She read on silently as if searching for something, then gasped. “Oh, he has asked to court her!” she said excitedly. “She has accepted and will be staying in Edoras indefinitely.” Terrwyn read on some more, and then a tear came to her eye. “She has given me her apartment, says there is no one she trusts more to take care of it and keep it bright and cheerful.” Terrwyn put the letter on the table and smiled serenely. “This is wonderful news,” she said, but Rosloch heard the slightest bit of sadness in her voice.

He reached out and took her hand. Terrwyn forced a smile with tear-stained eyes. “I really am happy for them and I knew this would happen, but I can’t help but feel a little lonely knowing that he has moved on.” She smiled and swallowed her tears away. “I am being ridiculous, aren’t I?”

Rosloch moved his chair beside hers and placed his hand on the small of her back. “I think it is natural for you to feel this way, but you are not alone,” he said whispering this last part. He took her chin in his fingers and turned her to face him. They locked eyes as he slowly leaned towards her until their lips were almost touching. This was something he had wanted to do all evening. He could feel her tremble.

“May I?” he asked politely.

Terrwyn answered by leaning the rest of the way until their lips lightly touched. She felt her body warm instantly. Rosloch moved closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her further into him. He pressed his mouth to her a little more. When he felt that she was comfortable, he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. Terrwyn answered by separating her lips and accepting him into her mouth. It felt so good. Rosloch was very experienced at this kind of thing, and Terrwyn liked that he was. She began to wonder what else he could teach her.

He released her sooner than she would have liked and came to look deep into her bright green eyes. He took a length of her red hair in between is fingers and let it slip slowly through. “Lindiel would not approve of this, you know.”

“But she is not here and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, I am not a child,” she answered.

“Oh, I know you are not. You are a very beautiful young woman,” he said seductively. He leaned in again and captured her lips with more determination.

Terrwyn’s heart was pounding. Rosloch’s kiss was heating her in places only she knew how to warm up until now. She definitely was not a child, but untouched and inexperienced all the same. In a few weeks, she would turn twenty, practically an old maid she laughed to herself. She trusted Rosloch and felt she knew him well enough. They had discussed their wants and needs. Neither one was looking for anything serious, but both wished for some comfort and teachings. Who better than Rosloch to fulfill this wish.

The kiss ended and Terrwyn sat back looking Rosloch over. He seemed to be reading her mind and reached out to touch her lips, her neck and down to the top of her bosom. She did not flinch or turn away. He could feel her heart beating wildly beneath her heated skin.

“Others will talk,” she said. “They will say you are too old and I am too young.”

“I do not care about them. Terrwyn, from the moment I first saw you I drowned in your beauty. I swore to protect you and that meant from myself too. You are not like other women. You are special . . . pure. I almost do not feel worthy to taste your lips. I know you are looking for something out there and that it is probably not me.” Realizing how much he wanted her and knowing she had saved herself for someone she loved, he released his hold on her and stood up. “Maybe this is wrong. I should probably leave.”

Terrwyn, overwhelmed by the sudden change, sat still and watched him walk towards the door. Should she let him leave? Maybe it was for the better. Still, she had felt something special with Rosloch and not just now. Since she first met him, he had been very respectful and that was something rare. Most men looked at her as a plaything. Rosloch was different. He was a gentleman. He would take care not to hurt her. She didn’t know how she knew this, but something inside her soul told her it was right. Many men would try to take away her innocence, but none would respect her the way he would. Yes, he was twice her age, but somehow that didn’t seem to matter. He was very handsome, rugged, well built, experienced and kind. This was right; she could feel it in her soul. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

Just as he was about to turn the handle of the door to leave, Terrwyn jumped up from her chair. “Rosloch?” she asked innocently.

He paused and slowly turned to her. She came to him, took his hand and looked him into his beautiful brown eyes. “Don’t go, please. I want you to stay.” Then she took his hand and placed it inside the neckline of her pink dress, covering her breast with his calloused hand. “I want this. I want you.”

“Are you sure? Are you sure you want it to be with me?” he asked.

Terrwyn nodded. “Yes, I have never been surer of anything.” She turned her back to Rosloch, offering for him to unlace the back of her dress. He did so carefully, his fingers grazing across her silky skin. Then she turned and Rosloch watched as she gently pushed the loosened fabric down, exposing her breasts and her creamy white skin. Her chest heaved in and out, as her breathing became rapid. Rosloch calmed her with another fiery kiss, this time feeling her tongue meet his when he searched for access. His hands came up and cupped the underside of her breasts as his thumbs brushed across her erect nipples. He released her from the kiss and gazed at her lovely face.

“I am ready. I don’t want to be this timid little girl any longer. I am ready for you to make me a woman,” she whispered. “Make love to me Rosloch.”

He picked her up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. He gently laid her down on the soft sheets. Rosloch lay on the bed beside her and slowly kissed her. His hand reached down and caressed her leg as it lifted the skirt of her dress. He hoped his calloused skin was not too rough on the delicate softness on her thigh. Their tongues entwined as he nudged her legs apart. She complied and he ran a gently finger up the inside of her thigh. Already her skin was heated and he knew what he would find further on towards the juncture of her thighs. His lips abandoned her mouth, grazed down her neck and came to her soft breasts. He sucked her flesh into his mouth, tongue encircling and hardening her nipple. Her skin smelled of roses and her body was on fire.

Now his hand traveled to her soft curls and separated her moist folds. Normally, he would already be pounding into his lover by now, but Terrwyn was untouched yet. He would go slow, take his time and let her get used to his ministrations. It was very important to him that her first time was enjoyable and memorable. This was something she would never forget.

Terrwyn, though a virgin, was a willing partner. As he caressed her most intimate parts, her hips gyrated wanting something more. Rosloch sat up and looked into her eyes. “I will be gentle, love.”

Panting and unable to answer with words, Terrwyn simply nodded and watched Rosloch sit back and scoot off the end of the bed. He undressed in front of her and for the first time, she got a good look at his body. He was not as prominently muscled as the young men of Rohan, but he was fit in all the right places. His chest, his stomach and arms were amazingly toned. He was a most handsome man. And then her eyes fell upon his hardened length, pointing toward the ceiling. This was the first time she had ever really seen a naked male in full arousal and she felt herself blush. He looked intimidatingly large, but she would not let this stop her. She knew she wanted this.

Rosloch pulled the dress from her body and looked down upon her creamy white beauty. Her red hair spilled out over her pillow. Her knees were together and bent, lying to the side while her back was flat on the bed. He allowed her to observe his body, to know what a man looked like. Then she smiled at him and his whole body came alive again. He reached for her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed until her legs hung over the edge. Terrwyn giggled at the sudden movement while he smiled sweetly to her. Then he bent down over her, capturing her lips once more. He held himself up with strong arms, his brown hair hanging down around his handsome face. Rosloch moved down her body, kissing and nipping along the way. Terrwyn’s hands wrapped around his length of hair, noticing how soft it was. He sucked on her round breasts, gently holding her nipple in his teeth before releasing her, then moved lower to her stomach, kissing her soft skin. He got to his knees on the floor at the foot of the bed and nudged her legs apart. Terrwyn willingly did so. Taking each leg, he placed them over his shoulders. His hand caressed her body, separating her folds and massaging her womanhood. Then he lowered his head and lapped at her sweetness. Terrwyn twisted and moaned. Nothing had ever felt so good, and this was only the beginning. She felt his finger enter her while his tongue flicked her hardened nub. This was so much better than anything she had done to herself. His tongue was wet and warm and moved wickedly. She was feeling herself getting closer to climax when suddenly he inserted another finger. He moved them inside her body until she felt a sensation she had not before. Rosloch had found her pleasure zone, one in which she did not know existed. He took his time, bringing her close to finishing and then slowing down. A third finger joined the others and she felt her body readying itself for what else he had to offer her this night.

After a long drawn out session of sensations she had never experienced before, Rosloch sped up his motions and brought her to completeness. Terrwyn felt an unbelievable explosion of awareness of every nerve in her body as she had her first real orgasm, not done by her own hand. He kissed the inside of her thighs and lowered her legs from his shoulders. Then he came up to lay next to her on the bed, his hands massaging her breasts as he watched her lips smile in satisfaction.

While he let her recover, he showed her how to pleasure a man, first with her hand then her mouth. He was very good at telling her just how to move or flick her tongue over his sensitive head. She was a quick learner and seemed to enjoy this new game. Now, he was beyond ready to engulf himself in her warmth. He would need to be gentle though. He moved her further up toward the headboard of the bed, crawled on top of her body and covered her with his weight. Terrwyn felt his hard shaft against her thigh. It pulsated and jumped with excitement, making her want to feel this sensation elsewhere. Rosloch covered her with kisses before bringing his attention to her, connecting with her eyes.

“Are you ready, love?” he asked smiling down at her, his fingers running through her hair.

Terrwyn trembled and nodded in agreement. He felt her slight reserve. “We do not have to do this tonight.”

“But I want to. I want this and I want it to be with you, Rosloch,” she whispered.

Rosloch smiled and kissed her once more. Then he brought his body up and nudged her legs apart with his knee. He lowered himself down onto her once again, bringing his hardened length to her entrance. She brought her knees up, unsure of just what she was supposed to do, but not wanting to lay there like a bump on a log. He felt her nervousness.

“Just relax and let me make you a woman,” he moaned. “Oh, Terrwyn you are so beautiful.”

He pushed into her body little by little, backing out when she winced. He slowly entered her, letting her get used to his size and girth. Finally, he pushed through her barrier and stilled himself until she got used to him being inside her. Then he moved slowly. When she started responding to him, he sped up his rhythm. She naturally brought her legs up around his waist and he readjusted. Now he was fully sheathed inside her tight body.

“Are you alright?” he asked lovingly.

“I think so,” she replied and he increased his gyrations.

Rosloch made love to her slowly and deliberately, reading her body and making sure he was not hurting her. She started to breathe harder as the feeling turned from pain to pleasure. “A little faster,” she said surprising him and he obeyed.

Finally, he was making love to her at a steady pace, his hard cock sliding easily in and out. Terrwyn was moaning and bringing her hips up to meet his. Rosloch thought of all the young viral men, like Taldred, that could have, maybe should have been her first. Yet here he was with this beautiful young innocent thing. He felt honored that it was him that she chose and a sense of pride lifted his spirits.

“Oh, you feel so good, Terrwyn,” he whispered as he took her.

She was no longer resisting his movements, but welcoming them. They were closing in on their climax. Rosloch went deep and pumped short fast movements. Terrwyn moaned, her voice getting higher with every breath. He felt her muscles tighten, went deep and stilled himself as he came. Terrwyn screamed his name as she climaxed at the same time. Both of their bodies tightened as every muscle came alive in a synchronized dance. Then he looked down at her flushed face. He kissed her slowly and gently, laying his body down on top of hers while they recovered. He remained inside her while he softened, then finally rolled off and came to rest at her side. Terrwyn was shocked to see him covered in blood and she gasped. Rosloch looked at himself and smiled. “It is alright. This is natural. You are a woman now and this is what happens.” He kissed her and comforted her.

After they recovered, Rosloch got up, retrieved a towel from a nearby table and dipped it in a basin of clean water. He washed himself off first, not wanting to shock her any more than she already was. Then he got a fresh towel, wet it and went to where Terrwyn lay on the bed. He cleaned her up in a most loving fashion, smiling and talking to her about her experience. It was the most memorable night of her life; one she would never regret and only the first of many nights with Rosloch, her friend, her lover and her teacher.
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