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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
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places of Lord of the Rings/Tolkien. No money is being made. This is for personal enjoyment only.

Chapter List
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Chapter 14 - Summoned

It had been three months since their first night together and Terrwyn and Rosloch became quite close. He left staying at the guard barracks to spend many nights with her in their apartment over the flower shop. They tried to keep their relationship as discrete as possible, but people still talked. Rosloch said he did not care what they said, but Terrwyn did not like the extra attention. It was not her relationship with an older man that worried her, but rather having her name become known around town. She was always looking over her shoulder and keeping an ear open to gossip, just in case she heard something about her past.

Another thing that bothered her was the fact that she was leading this new and amazing life while her brother, if he was still alive, was a slave to the Southrons. She spoke to Rosloch many times about this.

“You should not go alone should you decide to pursue this,” he would tell her often. “You have had experiences with them. You know how brutal they are. Should they kidnap you, they would --.” He could not go on.

“I know what they would do, Rosloch,” she argued. Earlier, they had been to a local tavern for a delicious meal, sweet wine and suggestive conversation. She expected that they would go home and make love, but somehow the discussion switched to her future plans and that included finding her lost brother, Hathmund.

Rosloch saw a change in Terrwyn. She had matured greatly since they consummated their relationship. She was becoming braver with every day that passed. He could tell that she was getting antsy. Although she loved living here, there was something else waiting for her out in the world, some goal she had yet to accomplish, and one of them was finding her brother.

“You worry me that’s all,” he countered, noticing her anger. “I fear that I will wake up one morning, or come home after my guard duty and find that you have left. I just want you to understand that you cannot do this on your own. If anything were to happen to you, I’d . . .”

Rosloch was sitting on the edge of their bed. Terrwyn seductively walked to him. “If I promise not to go, will you stop worrying?”

Still in a serious mood, Rosloch answered. “I cannot say that I will stop.”

She reached for the laces of her bodice, undoing them one by one and easing it from over her loose white shirt. “What do I have to do to ease your mind?” she said with a wicked smile.

“I’d say this is a good start,” he jested as he watched her fingers undo the buttons of her shirt. Then he added. “But I am still worried about you.”

“Maybe this will help,” she said as she unbuttoned the last button. She pushed the shirt from her shoulders, firm pointy breasts jiggling for his amusement. As she stood before him, she nudged his legs apart, coming closer to him.

Rosloch placed his hands on her hips and looked up at her beautiful face. He smiled and then pulled her to him, captured each breast in his mouth and moaned. “Mmm, such a pretty young thing.”

Terrwyn’s fingers twisted into his hair. His warm mouth felt good on her cool skin. His tongue caressed her rosy nipples. She pushed back and looked down at him. “Perhaps some more convincing is in need. Something tells me you do not yet believe me.” She pulled his loose shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. Then she pushed on his shoulders. He scooted back onto the bed as he lay down. Terrwyn climbed on top of him, her thighs straddling his hips. She unbuckled his belt and pulled his brown cotton pants down. With his help, he kicked them off and let them fall from the edge of the bed. Terrwyn moved back some, bent forward and took his erect member into her mouth. Rosloch moaned at the invasion of her warm tongue circling his head. He sat up on his elbows to watch her. Long red hair fell down like a curtain, tickling his thighs.

When she was sure he was ready, Terrwyn stopped and crawled up to capture his lips. He was hard against her belly and so close to where she wanted him to be. She moved to take off her floor length skirt, now fully naked for his eyes to see. She straddled him once more, this time taking him into her willing body. Leaning forward, she kissed him then ravished his neck. Rosloch’s hips gyrated up and he buried himself even deeper within her walls. Terrwyn gasped in surprise as he went deep, touching her most deliciously. She sat up, placing a hand behind her on the bed between his spread legs and set her rhythm. Rosloch pushed up as she came down. She threw her head back, moaning gloriously. Then Rosloch turned to his side, taking her with him until she was on hands and knees and he was behind her. She laid her head on the bed, her curvaceous rear sticking up in the air. Rosloch’s hands grasped her waist and pulled her into him with every thrust. He pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping skin, moans from both of them filling the bedroom. With one hand, he reached for her hair, pulling it. This was something she recently discovered to be quite arousing. He did not hurt her. He was not cruel in doing so, but Terrwyn liked the feeling of him having total control over her.

Now he slowed his thrusting and pushed deep into her body. Terrwyn swirled her hips, feeling him pulsate inside her now. Then he made short hard thrusts, remaining completely sheathed inside her. Faster and faster, he moved until she was screaming his name, covering him in her essence. Rosloch stilled himself deep within and came hard, her name tasting sweet upon his lips. They collapsed onto the bed, Rosloch lying on top of her. He kissed her neck, sucked on her earlobe and told her everything he liked about their lovemaking. Terrwyn giggled, his softening member still buried within her.

Finally, he pulled from her and came to rest at her side. Terrwyn shifted, spooning her backside into his stomach. Rosloch’s arm wrapped around her waist and he held her tight against him. “I do not know why you have chosen me, but I am glad,” he whispered.

“You are the best bed teacher a girl could ask for,” she jested.

“Is that all you see me as?” he mocked disappointment.

They shared a laugh and took a short rest before continuing their love making long into the night. Finally, completely spent, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, satisfied and happy to have found companionship with one another.

* * *

Rosloch and Terrwyn had been asleep for hours. It was still dark outside and the sun would not rise for a couple hours yet when there came a pounding on their door. Terrwyn jumped up immediately, being a light sleeper. Rosloch moaned and reached for her, missing her closeness. Another loud knock came and she shook him until he woke. “Someone is at the door,” she said with a frightened voice.

“Stay here,” Rosloch demanded as he got up from their bed. The room was dark and he knew not where his pants were. He felt around until he found a throw on a nearby chair, wrapped it around his naked waist and went to the door.

Terrwyn felt a panicked heat rush through her as her adrenaline surged. This could not be good. Something serious was about to happen. She got out of bed, fumbled for her clothes and dressed quickly. Terrwyn knew instantly what this was about. Word had finally reached Gondor. She had been discovered. This was her greatest fear and it was all coming true. She walked out to find Rosloch speaking to a pair of guards.

“What is this about?” Rosloch demanded.

“Our business is with the lady and no one else. We have our orders,” said one of the guards as he looked past Rosloch’s shoulder to see a terrified young girl standing across the room. “Are you the Lady Terrwyn?” he said ignoring Rosloch.

She nodded, unable to find her voice. Rosloch looked back at her. “You do not have to tell them anything until you have been charged.”

“They have found me,” she whispered, seemingly shocked. She slipped her shoes on and walked to the door. Two tall Gondorian guards stood just inside, blocking her way out just in case she tried to run. The thought had crossed her mind.

“You are to come with us to the Citadel and speak with the Captain of the High Guard,” said the guard. They were dressed in full uniform, much like Rosloch’s, black and silver with the white tree of Gondor upon their chest.

Her mouth was suddenly dry and she could not find her voice. She merely nodded and took a step towards the door. Rosloch grabbed her arm to stop her. “I must demand what the reason is for interrupting our lives in the middle of the night.”

“Our business is not with you, though you may be called upon at a later time,” the guard said maintaining his authority.

Terrwyn laid her hand upon Rosloch’s arm. “I must go with them,” she whispered.

“They cannot just yank you from your home like this without reason,” he argued.

Terrwyn did her best to smile, trying to calm Rosloch. “They have every right to do this. Did I not tell you this might happen some day? Please do not make things worse for me . . . or you for that matter.” She put her hand to the side of his face and lightly kissed his lips. “I have to go.”

Reluctantly, Rosloch released his hold on her and she joined the guards at the door. She was not sure if she was being arrested. They did not chain her wrists. Still, they were intimidating and she would not dare go against their wishes.

“Terrwyn,” Rosloch said sounding confused and worried.

She turned her head to look back at him, tears filling the corners of her eyes. “I am sorry.” Her voice began to waver. Then she disappeared down the stairs and into the empty streets. Two large horses waited for the guards to return. One of the guards pulled a cloak from his saddle and handed it to her. “Put this on. The night air is chilly and it will help conceal you.”

“Conceal me?” she asked confused.

“This is a private matter at this point. The Captain asked that we draw as little attention to you as possible,” he answered her before helping her into the cloak. Then she climbed up onto the horse, the guard sitting behind her, and they rode off to the top level of the city.

* * *

They rode up a ramp that seemed almost like a tunnel. Suddenly they came into a large courtyard with well-manicured grass and white stone pathways. In the middle stood a large tree with white flowers and a pond flowing at its roots. It was unlike any tree she had ever seen. “The white tree of Gondor,” she whispered to herself. This was something she had heard about in stories told by those who attended the coronation of King Elessar, but she could never have imagined it would look this beautiful. Still, it seemed lonely in a way. This was the only tree like it in Middle-earth growing in a place where there were no other trees.

The horses jogged off to the left where a separate building stood. It had no fancy archway to greet visitors. The stone looked dark and cold. The only windows were small and set very high up. It was not welcoming at all, and Terrwyn knew this was where they were taking her. She was unwelcomed in this high regal palace, and this would be her prison, at least that’s what it felt like.

Meanwhile, back at her apartment, Rosloch dressed quickly and made to leave and follow her. As he reached down for his belt, he noticed Terrwyn’s pack, the one she had with her when she first arrived at Halfirien. He stopped and picked up the tattered bag. He knew she kept her most treasured finds in there. He started to untie the leather strap that held it closed, but stopped. Rosloch had always respected her privacy about her past, thinking she would come to him when she felt the time was right. She never did and now she was being led away by not only Gondorian guards, but members of the High Guard. They outranked all other guards except for their Captain. He could not help but think this was a very serious matter to be in their custody.

“But I know her,” he said to himself. “She could not have done anything so terrible . . . could she?”

He hesitated before opening her pack. “If she wanted me to see what was inside, she would have shown me long ago.” He closed his eyes as if searching for an answer. When he opened them, his site fell upon their bed, unmade and in complete disarray from a night of lovemaking. He looked at the pack again. Maybe there was something inside that would help her, or help him understand her better. He proceeded to open the flap and look inside. Some things he had seen before, the torn out page with roses, the Rohirric medallion, and a few other miscellaneous items. He found her throwing knife, which he had seen her attach to her thigh many times, and most seductively too. But at the bottom of the pack there was something wrapped in a cloth. He pulled it out and held it a moment before carefully unfolding the black velvety material. It was a dagger, silver with a white handle. To an untrained eye, it was just a simple weapon, but the elvish runes said that this was a very old knife. Rosloch thought of the many times Terrwyn mentioned how she would love to see the elves, even live amongst them. Now he wondered how she acquired this ancient weapon. Still, there was nothing out of the ordinary here. All the same, he felt as if he should hide the pack away and that was what he did. He took it to the closet and tucked it away beneath a stack of throws. It was the best he could do for now.

Rosloch finished dressing, putting on his guardsman uniform. By now the sun was just beginning to rise. He strapped on his belt and was about to leave when there came another knock on the door. He opened it to find two more High Guards standing outside. “What is this about?” he said abrasively.

“You are wanted for questioning. I can say no more. You will find out soon enough,” said the guard.

Without any arguments, Rosloch closed the apartment door and followed the High Guards down to the street, where they mounted their horses and headed for the highest level of the city.

Rosloch was led to the same building as Terrwyn, though he knew not where she was or that she was in the same place. He was taken to a small windowless room. It was dark and dank, lit by only one candle. The guards led him inside and then left, locking the door as they did. There was nothing in the room except for two hard wooden stools to sit upon. This was not a prison cell, but a room for questioning. He was sure someone would be along soon to ask him about Terrwyn. His mind still wondered what she could have possibly done to have been placed in such a situation, and supposed he would find out soon enough.

What did he know of her anyways? Terrwyn had never told him anymore than she wanted him to know. There was nothing to hide it seemed to him. They met Firien Woods and he escorted her to Minas Tirith. He and his sister gave her a place to stay. She found employment and now they shared a bed. There was nothing criminal about any of that. He would of course have to tell them what he knew or he would be jeopardizing his own ranking as a guard.

Rosloch leaned forward, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. “Oh, Terrwyn what have you done, love.”
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