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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 22 - Deep in Ithilien

Feredir ran on through the city streets until he came to the area of the gardens. Wooden walkways led throughout, sometimes ending at private gazebos or an area of trees. Most of the land was open with grassy grounds and patches of wildflowers, rosebushes or other popular species of flora that flourished in the spring and summer. Every so often, a vine-covered archway led to a different section of the garden. Everything was very well kept, even in winter. Further and deeper into this area it went wild, where tall oaks and maples grew. These trees grew taller than those in the manicured gardens for they had not been damaged or destroyed by the orcs. Old ruins, broken stone columns and paved roads that led nowhere adorned this forest. Moss covered half walls and creeping vines hid most of what remained of the old city. This was an easy place to get lost in, an easy place to hide.

Feredir ran to an old set of steps that went up to what used to be a main entrance of a building. The building was gone, but the stone floor remained, though covered by dead leaves, fallen branches and vines. All was completely silent except for some forest creatures, chipmunks speaking from across the way, and birds complaining about the intruder in their normally quiet forest home. The elf stood still, listening for the faintest rustle of a leaf or snap of a twig, but he heard nothing. Then there was a commotion across the way near a moss-covered wall. Squirrels chattered in annoyance. Something disturbed them or came too close to their nest. He scanned the place with his sharp vision and sniffed the air. The slightest hint of roses caught his attention and he smiled slightly. He was on her trail and now she would not get far.

Running silently as only an elf can, Feredir made his way to the place he had just surveyed. The squirrels still protested and by now were quite agitated. Feredir’s elvish side came into play as he spoke his smooth words and calmed them. They fell silent, watched the elf a moment and them went back into the warmth of their home. He smiled to himself. Long had it been since he communicated with the forest creatures. He used to do this all the time as an elfling growing up in Mirkwood. Since the wars and since moving to the city, he lacked in his abilities to feel nature around him. It felt good to get back in touch with his native elvish charms and the old forest seemed glad to have him amongst them also. He would have liked to spend some time wandering around the old ruins, but for the fact that he had a prisoner to capture.

Looking at the moss-covered wall, he found what he was looking for. A place there did not seem right. There was a slight separation in the moss as if it had been disturbed. He pushed on it and a section of wall moved with his hand. He pushed again and the wall started revolving around. To his surprise, Feredir found the secret passage. ‘This must be where she went,’ he thought and stepped through the gaping hole. It led to a short tunnel, lit by the sunlight coming in through the exit. Feredir checked the tunnel for signs of Terrwyn. He found a piece of her grey cloak where it had caught on the rough walls. This was definitely her. She was not far now.

He stepped out of the tunnel and into a very dense section of forest. His eyes scanned for any movement among the close growing trees. Something caught his attention, over to his right, a flash of red. Feredir smiled to himself. “The chase is on little fox,” he whispered.

Using the trees as cover, Feredir dashed this way and that. He could hear the faintest sound of hurried footsteps and wondered how a human’s foot could make such little noise. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought he was chasing another elf. He cautiously followed her until he found her cloak tangled in the thorns of a bush. She could not free herself and discarded it. “Just how far do you think you will get without that?” he said to himself. He knew that she was exposed to the elements and today was particularly cold, especially amongst the shadows of the trees. It was time to put this to an end and get her back to the city, but just what he was going to tell the Captain, he did not know. He couldn’t really blame Terrwyn for running. He was surprised she had not tried to escape earlier, but then she seemed content with her arrangements. That did not matter now. Not only did she run, but she ran from him. When he finally caught up to her, he wanted to teach her a lesson and make sure she would not try this again. Feredir unhooked his bow from his back, which he always carried with him when he was on duty. “I never thought I would have to use this on you, Lag,” he said as he retrieved an arrow from his quiver.

Feredir made his way around, listening as he went. He had come around and gotten in front of her, so he climbed a tree and waited for her to come along. Suddenly, there she was. She was a mess, hair tangled with leaves, tears in the sleeves of her shirt and her leggings. He could see mud stains on her knees where she must have fallen a time or two. She was a pitiful sight, even to his keen eyes. Terrwyn looked so small and alone from where he sat in the tall tree. What started out to be a thrill at having to chase down a prisoner now turned to sympathy. He thought of her story and all she had been through and felt a light tugging at his heart. He hated to admit it, but Terrwyn really did not fit the description of a cold-blooded killer. Somehow, he felt she had been wronged. Still, she broke the rules here in Ithilien and he had a job to do. Feredir pushed his personal feelings aside so he could do it.

She was just below the tree in which Feredir sat patiently waiting. “So you thought you could slip out through the secret tunnel did you?” he called from the tree.

Terrwyn jumped and looked up to find Feredir standing on a high branch with a notched arrow aimed straight at her. She froze in her footsteps, remembering his threat of how he never missed his mark. She glared up at him. “You got too confident and did not think I would try.”

“That didn’t mean you should have tried,” he shot back. “Look at yourself. You have no protection from the elements, no cape nor weapon. You could not have gotten far. Give up Terrwyn, and we will go back quietly. I’ll speak on your behalf and tell the captain you got lost in the gardens or something.”

“What do you care? You are always belittling me, calling me Lag. Do you know how degrading that is? Do you know how it feels to be constantly reminded of why you are in a certain position? Your Captain said he would help me, yet I have heard no news for a month. I feel as if I have been put under some spell and I have forgotten the real reason I must leave. The longer I stay the harder it gets to remember him.” By now, tears were running down Terrwyn’s face.

“Remember who?” Feredir asked.

“My brother was taken many years ago by the Haradrim. I do not know what became of him, but something deep down tells me he is still alive. My parents are dead because of the Southrons. If I can find my brother and bring him back to me, I will have won. Otherwise I am really alone in this world.”

Feredir could feel her despair. “I am sorry. I did not know you had a brother, but you must know that the odds of him still being alive--.”

“I will never rest until I know for sure. He would never stop looking for me. I must honor that and do the same.”

“That is not possible now,” Feredir said trying to make her understand. “You have been charged. You must follow out your sentence until your countrymen arrive.”

“You could turn away, Feredir. You could let me escape,” she pleaded.

Feredir shook his head. “I’m afraid I cannot do that. Now come on. Let’s get back before it’s too late.”

“No!” she shouted. Terrwyn stared at the elf, his eyes sparkling down on her from the tree in which he remained. She finally tore herself away from his gaze and started walking away.

“Don’t do this Terrwyn,” he commanded, but she kept walking. He rolled his eyes and pulled back on his bowstring. “Terrwyn!” he shouted once more but it did not stop her.

She was shaking as she had her back turned to him. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she continued walking deeper into the forest. Suddenly, she heard the snap of a bowstring and a thwack. She stopped and looked down to where an arrow embedded itself in the ground right where her next step was to be. She did not turn towards him.

“I will not miss next time,” Feredir said in a low serious tone. He waited to see her reaction, hoping she would come back. Suddenly she took off at a run. Feredir reached behind him to his quiver, took another arrow and notched it, aiming it right at her. He had an open shot. His fingers gripped the bowstring and pulled back. Something steadied his hand and he found he could not release his arrow. He tried to shake the feeling and concentrate again, but still nothing. “Oh for pity’s sake,” he grumbled. Now he was angry, not only with Terrwyn for running, but also with himself for suddenly gaining a conscience. He strapped the bow to his back and leapt down from the tree, chasing after her. His blood was boiling. How dare she do this. How dare she run from him and make him want to give her mercy. This was not like him. He had never felt like this and he hated it.

Terrwyn ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Obstacles littered this part of the forest with broken branches and fallen trees. It did not seem to slow her down though and this surprised her. She navigated the forest floor with ease, jumping and dodging. As long as she kept concentrating on what was in front of her, she was able to flee at a great pace. The will to escape was strong.

Now the undergrowth was beginning to thicken. As she passed a hawthorn bush, its needle sharp points tore at her clothes. One cut across her cheek and she yelled as the scratch began to burn and bleed. This angered her. If Feredir had just let her escape, if he had just turned his back, but he shot an arrow at her. Terrwyn’s mind was seething to think he would actually injure her, or worse. He was nothing but a bully, she thought. Then again, he could have shot her, but he didn’t. She smiled to herself thinking of how angry it must have made him to feel this way when suddenly something grasped her ankle and she fell face first onto the leaf littered forest floor. Feredir had finally caught up to her, but how could that be? She had never heard a single footstep coming up behind her.

Struggling to get free of him, Terrwyn rolled onto her back. The elf had a hold of one leg and was about to pull her towards him. She looked to her left and saw a piece of branch just big enough for her to handle, picked it up and brought it down hard on his wrist. He cried out and loosened his grip, but did not let go. Terrwyn swung again and his hand caught the wooden weapon, pulling it from her hands and tossing it far away.

“What are you doing, Terrwyn?” he said breathlessly. “This is madness. Stop before you get hurt.”

She did not listen to a word he said, but started kicking her feet trying to get free of him. Feredir did the only thing he could, being he was in no position to constrain her as he lay on the ground. He released her and then jumped to his feet. The elf towered over her as she crawled on the ground, trying to get away. As she got up, she felt strong hands on her arms, gripping her, hurting her. “Let me go you brut,” she yelled and somehow managed to turn and face her captor. An unforgiving hand freed itself and the elf received a hard slap across the face. His breathing became rapid and his blood raced as the sting on his fair skin grew sharper. Then she stomped down hard on his booted foot, more pain and anger adding to an already infuriated elf. Just as she started to lift her knee and finish him off in a place that would definitely cripple him, he turned her around, his strong arms enveloping her like a vice grip.

Terrwyn wriggled wildly trying to get away, but Feredir had too strong of a hold on her. He pulled her against his body. Even beneath his guard’s uniform, she could feel his flexing muscles, all tendons and brawn. Just to look at him, one never would know of the strength this elf possessed. His breath was on her neck as he whispered to her. “Stop this, Terrwyn. Stop this now.”

How was it she was able to feel anything but fear at that moment, she did not know. The sound of his voice and the feel of his warm breath on her skin sent a shiver down her spine, tingeing her body with warmth as it went. What were these feelings she was having? Never before had she felt anything so strong. “Please release me,” she pleaded once more, her voice almost cracking.

“I . . . I can’t do that,” he answered. Terrwyn almost thought his reply had a different meaning than the one she knew he meant. Either he couldn’t or he didn’t want to.

Suddenly, her mind and the moment at hand came back into the reality of her surroundings. The young Rohirric was done talking and pleading. Her foot kicked back and landed square on his shin, sending a jolt of unexpected pain through his body. Feredir released her and she was off and running again. This time she did not get far as a sudden heavy weight slammed into her from behind, knocking her to the ground. Feredir was now lying on her and flipped her over onto her back so he could face her. Both of them were breathing rapidly, anger bubbling and making the surrounding air very tense. His silver eyes seemed to be on fire, an unnatural glow emanating from them. The elf captured Terrwyn in more ways than just physically. Their eyes locked onto each other. His hand brushed her tangled red hair from her face. Her body lying beneath his set him alight and for the first time he was really seeing her, seeing her beauty, her fiery spirit. Nothing could explain why he did what he did next, except that it was complete lack of will power and force of need. His eyes drilled deep into hers, green as the wild spring grasses of the plains of Rohan.

“Terrwyn,” he said in a long slow whisper. His lips parted and came down carefully upon hers. He half expected her to resist him, but she did not. Instead, she accepted his kiss, moving along with him and letting him lead. Something primal eased its way up his body and it responded rapidly. He deepened the kiss.

Terrwyn could not resist him. For some reason, she felt this was supposed to happen, as if it was something she had been searching for since she could remember. Just as easily as Feredir could enrage her, she found out that he could calm her too. And when his lips pressed against hers, all time seemed to stop. The way he said her name continued to reverberate through her mind. Even with her eyes closed, she could still see him clearly.

All of his weight lay upon her, but it was not uncomfortable. In fact, it was the complete opposite. He was like her protective cover. She felt safe lying beneath him. Something about him said he would not take this any further than she would allow, yet she could not stop herself. She could feel his desire as it swelled against her thigh. Had he always wanted this . . . had she?

Unable to resist, Terrwyn brought her hands up and buried them in his thick black mane, so soft and sleek. She cradled his head, bringing him down harder against her lips and deepening the kiss as he did. Lips parted and tongues searched for the sweetness of each other’s mouth. Sparks spread rapidly beneath their skin and seemed to travel through each other. Terrwyn tingled from head to toe as Feredir’s tongue swirled and played with her own. No longer timid, they now hungered for something more than just fervid kisses. Feredir readjusted himself, bringing his knee up and nudging her legs apart. He settled himself, thinking of how comfortable he was, how well they fit together. He grew harder with excitement, wishing his uniform no longer confined him. Unable to control his body’s reactions, he began writhing against her, as if making love to her. Terrwyn moaned as his arousal pressed against her clothed center. All that separated them was the material of their leggings. His body was so close. His movements made her moisten and ache. She wanted him. She needed him. This elf, which made her red with anger to the point where she wanted to scream, now made her mad with desire. His strength as he held her now was a different kind than only a few moments ago. He wanted to tend to her needs and satisfy his own if it would please her. He was not forceful, but he would not let go so easily.

Feredir released her from the kiss and came to look down upon her. The green of her eyes sparkled, as he had never seen before. There was no other way to explain it but to say that she seemed anything but human in that one moment. Terrwyn was unlike any woman he had ever known, made him feel unlike anything he’d felt in all his years. She was raw beauty, yet she had not fully come into her own. There was so much to discover about this woman of Rohan. She kept her true spirit hidden, not only from him, but also from herself. If he could make love to her, he knew he would find and touch that spirit and set her free.

By the gods, he wanted her, wanted to bury himself deep within her and never come back from that rapturous place. He wanted more from her than just a warm body and satisfaction for the night. To live forever within her eyes, her soul surrounding him, that was what he wanted. Set her free, he thought to himself, but she was not free was she? She was a prisoner and he was her charge. What was happening? Why was he behaving like this and why was she not pushing him away?

Terrwyn traced his lips with her finger, so full, so soft. What would it be like to have them upon her skin? She cupped the side of his face, so youthful she thought. Yet she knew he had seen much, felt much, maybe even loved before. Still, this sudden attraction seemed new to him as well as to her. She had only been with one man and it was wonderful, but this was completely different. It was intense. It was primal. It could very well be the most loving too.

His eyes shone bright like the stars, all silver and piercing right through her. There were so many things she wanted to say, yet only one word could she speak. “Feredir,” she moaned as he continued his ministrations, hips circling and his well-endowed desire caressing her through her leggings. Terrwyn’s body was reacting quickly, her hips curving up, giving him more of her body to press against. By now, she forgot about all of his teasing, his harassing and name-calling. She was under his spell and never wanted it to release her. This . . . this was what she waited for her whole life. This elf was the one she had so often dreamed of finding. This elf was . . . was . . .

“We have to stop,” he whispered. “We must stop before it goes any further.”

“I know, but I do not want to,” she said regretfully.

“Neither do I,” he admitted. “But we must. We cannot do this. I am your charge.”

Terrwyn sighed deeply as he rolled off her body. Together, they got up from the leafy floor and came to stare into each other’s eyes. Desire and raw need still hung on the air like a thick fog. Just a single word spoken correctly would have them naked and on the ground once more, finally releasing all their pent up energy.

Her mind had not yet settled from the moment they just shared, but she knew she felt compassion coming from within him. Maybe now he would change his mind. “Will you let me go?” Terrwyn asked one last time. This was the only thing she desired as much as Feredir at the moment.

These were not the words he wished to hear. After all that just happened, she would still ask this of him. Would she still want to run away? Would she want to leave him? The spell was instantly broken as Feredir’s face turned hard and cold once again. “You know I cannot, no matter what just happened here.” Anger rose, overpowering desire. “Oh, I see what you were doing. This was your plan all along,” he whispered. “To get me away from civilization, seduce me and beg for me to release you?”

“No, no Feredir. It was not like that at all,” she said trying to convince him that his thoughts were misleading him.

His lips still burned where her fingers had touched them. His body was still on fire from covering hers and feeling her response. Suddenly he felt as if he had been the one who was seduced, something that had not happened to him before. His Gondorian blood raced faster than his elvish blood, making his thoughts become unclear. “You thought a little roll around in the forest would turn my elvish heart to mush and that I would just let you go,” he said angrily.

“It’s not like that Feredir. I never foresaw any of this,” she pleaded.

“Liar,” he hissed. “You thought you could use your beauty, your strength, your . . . your--.”

“I would not finish that sentence if I were you,” Terrwyn shot back. “I would never behave in such a way. Besides, you are the seducer. Tell me Feredir, how many women have you bedded? How many hearts have you broken just so you could get your cock wet? You say you are half elf, but the way I see it, only a fraction of the Eldar lives within your soul. You are more man than anything,” she spit, leaning heavily on the word ‘man’. “You are no better than those heathens in Rohan that would see me hung.”

Feredir grabbed her arm rather roughly, making her wince. “I am taking you back to the city. Pray that my Captain releases me from being your charge, otherwise you will wish that my arrow did not miss.” With that, they headed back to the city, full of rage and confusion.
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