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Journey of a Butterfly 2: Black as the Raven	By : Mel99Moe Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 - Afternoon Rendezvous

“I feel so irresponsible. I’m leaving my work. I’m leaving my son,” Terrwyn mentioned as she and Rhawen cleaned up the examining room. Twenty men had been stitched and bandaged in just an hour. It must have been a record, if such a thing existed. Soon, Feredir would be here to take her home for an afternoon of bliss. “I don’t have to go. When Feredir gets here I can just tell him—”
“Nonsense, you’re only going for a little while, not for months on end,” Rhawen retorted. “You need this time, just you and Feredir. You don’t get many moments like this anymore, so enjoy it while you can. Norion will be just fine. There are plenty of eyes watching him. And if the office gets busy, Curuven is here. He will not mind in the least. As a matter of fact, I think he’d rather enjoy getting his hands smelling of herbs again,” she laughed.
“I know, and I trust that everything will be taken care of. It’s just … this is not me. I don’t push my responsibilities to the side so I can spend an afternoon alone … with my husband … er … you know,” Terrwyn said, blushing.
The examining door opened, and Feredir poked his head in, “Your carriage awaits, my lady.” His silver eyes were dancing with mirth and he smiled contagiously.
Terrwyn looked longingly at her handsome husband, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders, his beautiful face shining with the prospect of what the afternoon held for them. She turned to Rhawen once more, “Are you sure?”
Rhawen couldn’t help but notice how the tables had turned. The Mistress Healer was asking permission from the assistant. She smiled at the thought, and was glad that they shared this kind of closeness, “Go on now. Don’t keep him waiting,” she whispered.
Terrwyn smiled and turned to him. Feredir reached for her hand. As soon as they touched, she abandoned her inhibitions and disappeared through the door, but not before looking back once more. “You will call for me if you need me?” she asked.
Rhawen smiled warmly, “Yes Terrwyn.” She looked past the Mistress Healer to her husband, “Will you take her now before she changes her mind?”
Feredir laughed and pulled Terrwyn by her hand, “Let’s go, Wife, or I will fling you over my shoulder and carry you out.” He slapped her on the behind, making her yelp. And with that, they were on their way.
* * *
Finally, at home and alone, Feredir stood before his wife. His hands went to her waist, and he pulled her against his strapping warrior body. The kiss they shared instantly stirred her blood, and sent it racing to parts that were now awake and wanting. Feredir released her lips and smiled deviously, nodding towards the stairs. He didn’t need to say anything. She knew what was to come, and felt her heart swoon. After all these years, Feredir still made her feel as if she were falling in love for the first time. She wanted him just as badly as she knew he did too, judging by the swell pressing against her hip.
His eyes changed suddenly, from sparkling silver to a stormy lustful grey. He transformed into the youthful Ithilien guard she had first met, no longer the responsible Captain of the Ithilien army. He released his hold on her, and strolled with elvish grace towards the stairs that led to their bedroom. “Are you coming?” he asked seductively, and held his hand out to her. Terrwyn went to him, and let him lead her up the stairs to their bedroom.
“So, does this mean you are not mad at me because of my daring behavior in the Healing House?” She had expected an argument from him after she took his sword, and threatened the lives of a waiting room full of his men.
The question made him arch a brow. He took her hand and placed it on his crotch, pushing himself against her palm, “Does this seem like I am mad?”
She squeezed gently, but just enough to make him suck air in through his teeth, “Oh, you are mad alright … insanely so.”
“I’m mad about you, Naru,” he answered and kissed her sweetly, much different than the demanding kiss they shared in the healing house.
Terrwyn made quick work of his laces, and pushed her hands inside his pants, “Feredir?”
“Hmm,” he moaned, as his mouth was busy sucking on her neck.
“Don’t you feel the slightest bit guilty right now?”
“Guilty for what?” He turned her around, and began unbuttoning the back of her dress.
“For leaving our responsibilities in the hands of others while we are here,” she said, watching her dress fall away and pool at her feet. Feredir’s hand reached around and covered her breasts. The skin of his palms were tough and warm, very warm against her cool skin. He had such beautifully strong hands.
“No,” he answered in short, and turned her around to face him. His eyes slowly roamed her naked body from head to toe. “By the gods, you are so beautiful.”
“But what if something happens while you are not there, something that you could have prevented had you been in your office?” she asked, ignoring his flattery.
“The only responsibility I have right now is to you, to make sure you are properly seduced and left satisfied,” he said, helping her to lie on the bed. Then he finished undressing and lay down on top of her. As hard as he tried, he could see that his ministrations were doing nothing to ease her mind. He had hoped they didn’t have to talk about this, but he could see that she would not give him her full attention until they faced the looming problem.
“It’s Norion isn’t it? You are worried about leaving him.”
Terrwyn turned her head to the side. If she looked into Feredir’s eyes, she might start crying, and she didn’t want to ruin the moment. “I just left him, Feredir. I didn’t even tell him I was leaving. I just walked out without a word. What kind of mother am I not to say goodbye to my child?”
Feredir did not answer right away. This was a tricky discussion. Say the wrong thing, and she would go back to the Healing House quicker than he could blink. He was beginning to miss those days when they were free to do as they pleased, anywhere they pleased, and for as long as they wanted. It had been so easy to seduce her then. Just a look and she was on her knees. Well, he corrected himself, part of the time he had been on his knees first. All in all, it had been such a simpler time then.
“Let’s look at our list of bad motherly decisions, shall we?” he began. “Did you leave him with orcs?”
“No,” she said, giving him a strange look.
“Did you sell him to a band of gypsies?”
“No.”
“Good, good. And did you leave him alone in a dirty shack with no food or water, surrounded by wolves with vultures circling above?”
“Definitely not,” she laughed, feeling more at ease.
“One more question. Did you leave your son in the care of people we know and love, who love Norion as if he were their own?”
“I see your point,” she said rolling her eyes. “Why are you so irritatingly right about everything?”
“Because sometimes I want you all to myself, Naru. You are a wonderful mother and an adoring wife. You are a respected healer and a trustworthy friend. But there are times when I don’t want mother, wife, healer or friend. I want what is at the core of all that. I just want … you.” He ended with a long kiss that left them both swirling with desire, allowing the world to melt around them.
“You have me, Hervenn,” she whispered as he filled her. “You’ve always had that part of me.”
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Terrwyn lay next to Feredir, stretched out alongside him, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder and her palm flat against his muscled chest. She watched how it rose and fell along with his slow breaths. He had fallen asleep after their second round of lovemaking. Now he was beginning to stir as his hand came up, and a finger twirled a long strand of her fiery red hair. She could feel his heartbeat speed up as he came out of his slumber, a good strong loving heart. Feredir was the epitome of both man and elf. He could not claim to be more of one or the other. He was his own person, graceful, protective, kind and sometimes terrifying, especially to his enemies.
She was suddenly struck with a memory, of when she used to sit and watch the way he held their newborn son when he thought she wasn’t looking. Those hands, large and calloused after years of fighting as an elvish warrior, were the same hands that cradled Norion as gentle as a feather. It was a remarkable thing to observe.
She remembered the day their son was born. Up until that time, they hadn’t settled on a name. Terrwyn wanted him to be named for his father, but Feredir insisted he be named after her. “We’ll flip a coin,” she had said. He pulled a gold piece from his pocket and handed it to her. She threw it up in the air, but Feredir caught it and hid it beneath his palm. He peeked at it, and told her she had won, but he would not show her which side was up. And so, instead of being named after his father, he was named for his mother, son of red one. When Norion was a baby his hair was the same color as hers, bright red like molten rock, but as he grew, it turned darker, more like his father until it was a deep auburn red. His eyes were an exact replica of his father’s, stunning silver. Norion was definitely his father’s son, and he took after Feredir in more ways than just looks.
Today, he had made his first kill, though it was just a rabbit. Feredir told Terrwyn about their morning hunt and explained every move Norion made while stalking his prey. His mother was so proud of her little elfling, but she also discovered that he would assume his father’s role one day. She had hoped he might want to be a healer or even pursue some kind of occupation within Ithilien’s court. Hearing Feredir describe their son’s young skills made her realize that he would be like his father.
“He’s going to be a warrior, isn’t he?” she whispered into Feredir’s neck.
“We don’t know that yet, Naru. He’s still practically a baby,” Feredir said to ease her mind. He knew how she felt about that. She would worry about their son if he chose the dangerous life of a soldier, but from what he witnessed today, there were already signs of his future as a warrior. Feredir would want nothing more than to see his son grow into a fine and trustworthy soldier. There was so much he could teach Norion, so many traditions to pass on to him, but he hated to see Terrwyn distressed.
“But the way you described him today, I can see it is his path. Some of what you said is exactly how you behave when you are concentrating on your target. And he adores you, Feredir. He wants to make you proud. He wants to be just like you. He will be a warrior, of this I have no doubt.”
“And you will worry for him whether he is a warrior or a healer,” Feredir commented.
“There are hardly the same dangers for a healer as for a warrior. I worry about not being able to save a patient’s life, not my own.” Terrwyn sat up so that she was resting on her heels, and faced Feredir. “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to him. I am half elvish just like you, and I’m afraid I could fade should Norion be taken away from me suddenly.”
“I would do everything in my power not to let that happen. If Norion chooses the life of a warrior, I will be there every step of the way to see to his training.” Feredir sat up and faced Terrwyn, smiling arrogantly. “I did not become Captain of the Ithilien Guard on my good looks alone.”
Terrwyn laughed aloud, forgetting her concerns, and Feredir leaned towards her, capturing her lips in a deep passionate kiss. He released her, and looked lovingly into her green eyes. “Don’t give it another thought, Naru. The day you speak of is still a long time from now. We’ll worry about it then, when the time comes and he chooses.”
“You are always right, my love. I’m just being silly to think about this now.”
“You are being a mother is all, and my mother used to say she worried much more when she only had Orthorien to care for. Once I was born, she said her concerns were not as exaggerated because she knew what to expect.” He kissed her neck, and moved down to her breasts, gazing up at her with his silver eyes. Terrwyn pushed him, and he lay back onto the pillows. Then she straddled his hips, and let her fingers trace the definition of his muscles. She leaned down to kiss him, and he cupped her breasts in his hands. “We could give Norion a little brother or sister, and see if she was right,” he said with an arched brow.
Feredir was very persuasive, and she hoped to have another child someday. “But not now,” she smiled. “I am enjoying having Norion all to myself.” She kissed him, and readjusted herself. “And right now I’m enjoying having you all to myself.” Terrwyn slid down and gave into the feeling of being filled by him.
Feredir moaned deep from within his throat. “I love you so much, Naru.”
“I love you too, Feredir, with all my being,” she answered breathlessly as they set their rhythm and melted into one spirit.
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Terrwyn collapsed upon Feredir’s chest, completely spent of all her energy and breathless. The room felt warm, and a slight sheen of perspiration broke out on their skin. Feredir gathered her hair and pulled it from her neck. Then he ran his finger down her spine, his hand coming to rest at the top of her nicely rounded behind. “You never cease to amaze me, Naru,” he whispered into her ear, and she smiled against his shoulder.
Suddenly, there was a loud and demanding knock on the door downstairs. Terrwyn gasped and sat up instantly. She waited and the knock came again, louder this time. She pushed herself off of Feredir, and he moaned from the sudden withdrawal. Her hand pushed him in the chest, this time in aggravation. “I knew I should not have left. It’s Norion, I just know it. Something’s happened.” She jumped off their bed and reached for her robe, struggling to get the thin material over her moistened skin.
Feredir casually got up and slid into his black pants, and then into his shirt. “I’ll go see who it is. You stay here, or put something less seductive on. I’ll not have my wife greeting visitors in her nightgown, especially that one.”
Terrwyn looked down and realized it was not her robe she hastily put on, but her thin shift that she liked to wear for Feredir. It was quite transparent and the rosy color of her nipples showed through easily. “Where’s my robe?” she said worriedly.
“You weren’t wearing your robe, remember?” Feredir said. He was already dressed and heading out of the bedroom.
Terrwyn stumbled around the room and decided to put her healer gown back on. If it was Norion, or someone bringing their son home, they did not need to see her in her bedclothes, especially in the middle of the day.
As she dressed, she heard a male voice speaking to Feredir in the front room. She strained to listen before joining her husband. There was no sound of Norion. She would have heard him right away. Terrwyn’s motherly instincts were tuned in to the slightest familiar noise their son made. The male voice did not sound like anyone she knew either. Wasting no more time, Terrwyn descended the stairs, and found Feredir speaking with one of Glandur’s messengers. Her heart calmed a bit. It must not be Norion after all, but something had obviously happened, by the look on Feredir’s face.
The messenger glanced around Feredir’s shoulder and saw Terrwyn. He smiled and bowed his head. “Good day, Mistress Healer. Sorry to bother you at your home, but Commander Glandur sent me to deliver a message to the Captain.”
Terrwyn smiled in return. “It’s quite alright,” she said, and was glad she had put on her healer’s robes. Then, looking at Feredir’s messy mane of black hair, she felt herself begin to blush, and wondered what her own hair must look like after spending the midday in bed making love to her husband.
The messenger did not seem to notice, or at least he did not stare for long at their disheveled state. “I heard about the scuffle in the Healing House this morning, and how you took charge of the situation.” He smiled and winked. “Are you sure you would not like to join the ranks with your husband?”
Feredir put his hand across the back of his neck, and turned around to smile at Terrwyn. “Word spreads quickly.”
Terrwyn, not finding it amusing at all, gave her husband a steely glare. “Yes, like the plague.” She walked towards the door, and forced a charming smile. “Is there anything else?” she asked the messenger.
Seeing that he was interrupting something, the messenger shook his head. “Oh, no ma’am.” He stepped backwards until he was standing in the threshold. “As I said, sorry to bother you. Good day.”
Feredir closed the door and hesitated. “I have to go. Glandur sends for me.”
“Why, what is going on?” Terrwyn asked with concern.
Feredir shook his head. “It’s something to do with the Haradrim prisoners that were brought in this morning. Glandur has finished his interrogations and has learned something new, something to do with the recent attacks upon our borders. He asks that I be present with his counselors.” Feredir straightened his shirt, and tucked it into his black pants. Then he picked up his boots and sat on the stairs to put them on.
Terrwyn watched him dress hastily. Glandur was a dear friend of theirs, but he was also Feredir’s commanding officer, and he would make sure he looked appropriate in Glandur’s presence. As he finished dressing, Terrwyn picked up his belt and sword, handing it to him. Feredir smiled, regretting that he had to leave her. As he buckled his belt, Terrwyn adjusted his collar, and tried to smooth down his wild ebony locks. She smiled and laughed. “You look as though you just had sex with your wife.”
“I did just have sex with my wife, amazing, earth-shattering sex,” he answered as he pulled her to him and kissed her. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”
“Duty calls, Captain,” she jested. “Besides, we’ve been away long enough. Time to get back to the real world.”
“It was nice though, wasn’t it?” he whispered.
“Earth-shattering,” she answered, and kissed him once more before he left.
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Feredir arrived at Glandur’s office, and found him quietly whispering with two of his counselors. As Feredir entered, they all sat up, and turned their heads towards the Captain. Glandur smiled warmly and stood. Feredir bowed his head, “You called for me Commander?”
“I’m sorry to interrupt your day, Feredir, but I have some information that I think you would like to hear,” Glandur said. “As you know, I separated the Haradrim men from their leader, or at least, the man acting as their leader. I haven’t approached him yet, but his men decided to talk, and they have given us a name. You will know of a Southron called Sufyan?” Glandur asked, and waited for Feredir’s response.
Feredir turned the name over in his head many times until it stuck, “I do. He was one of the clan leaders in Rhûn.” In fact, Terrwyn’s brother, Hathmund, who had been abducted in his youth, was sent to Rhûn and sold into slavery. Sufyan was one of his owners, and Feredir knew the name well, when he went to Rhûn to free her brother.
“There are many small fighting clans who attack the borders, and keep our soldiers busy. Each one has their own leader, and these men say that Sufyan was in charge of their group,” Glandur said. “This is the fourth group of Southrons who claim Sufyan as their organizer. It sounds as if the smaller groups are converging into a larger army, and that could be a danger to Ithilien if they decide to attack as a whole.”
Feredir shook his head. “This makes no sense. Clan chieftains supply the army with men. They do not organize the troops. They have military leaders to do that. And besides, I have seen Sufyan. He is short and obese, hardly able to take care of himself, let alone lead an army. He made his fortune in trade, and keeps slaves as personal servants. He doesn’t like confrontation, and has others do his business for him. I don’t think he has even left his palace in a decade.”
“I had a hard time believing the prisoner’s story myself,” Glandur said. “But they insisted that the man who gave them their orders went by the name Sufyan, and they confirmed the name of his clan in Rhûn … the same clan that held Hathmund as a slave.”
“Something is not right about their story. Do you want me to question them further?” Feredir asked. He knew how to intimidate his enemies quite well.
Glandur shook his head. “No, I don’t believe there is anything more they could tell us. There is still the other man to confront, and I will do that tomorrow. He is still leery of us, and has not cooperated, but I think that once he learns of his men’s confession, he’ll be more open to discussion.”
“There is something else that concerns me about this particular group of Haradrim,” Feredir said. “I spoke with Horphen earlier, for it was his men who captured them. They were caught hiding amongst the underbrush. Our soldiers thought they were lying in wait, ready to ambush our troops and they were flushed out. What’s odd is that these men did not fight back or try an escape.” Feredir paused and shook his head as he started pacing the floor. “I have fought against the Haradrim long enough to know that they never surrender. They will fight to the death, they will run, or they will take their own life before they will let themselves be captured. They never turn themselves over like these men did.”
Glandur knotted his brow. “This is very unusual. We should check in with our other companies and see if this kind of behavior has happened with other prisoners.”
“I will look into it right away, Commander,” Feredir responded to his order.
“Perhaps first thing in the morning,” Glandur said, for he knew there was something else more important for his captain to concentrate on today. The Commander went back to his counselors and excused them from the brief meeting. Once they left, and it was just him and Feredir, he relaxed his military persona and spoke more casually. “So, I hear there is a dinner party tonight, and I have been personally invited by Norion,” he smiled graciously.
Feredir’s pride touched his heart at the thought of his son. “Yes, he had his first successful hunt today … a large brown march hare. I must say,” Feredir paused and smiled, “I’ve never been as proud as I was when I watched him focus all his senses in on his prey. Norion already has the makings of a fine soldier.”
“Well, how could he not. Just look at his father,” Glandur jested in a good natured way. “You have come so far since your days as a Mirkwood soldier, and I can understand the gratification it gives you to see this in your son. As you know, I have no children. It just wasn’t meant for me to be a father, but watching you grow and mature into the fine friend, husband and captain that you’ve become has been an honor, and I am so very proud of you, Feredir.”
Feredir felt himself blush, something he almost never did, and he looked to the floor as he tried to hide his emotions. “Of all my leaders and mentors, you have always believed in me, even when I questioned myself and my abilities. You were always there supporting me when I failed, and you gave me quite a few second chances. I don’t think I’ve ever properly thanked you for that, but I do now. I am thankful that you are a part of my military life, and glad that you are here to watch my family grow. You helped me and you helped Terrwyn in her time of need, and for that I know not if I’ll ever be able to repay you.”
“Just knowing that you appreciate all we’ve been through is enough,” Glandur said sincerely. It was not often that Glandur was so open and honest with his feelings, and it was difficult for him to let down his guard, but Feredir was worth it. “So,” he boasted, changing the subject, “we’ll see you this evening at Curuven’s home.”
“Antien will be joining you, I hope. Terrwyn so dearly loves having him around,” Feredir inquired.
“Of course, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Tonight then.”
Feredir moved to the door and bowed. “Tonight, Commander, and looking forward to it.”
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