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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 24 - One Last Fling

“Oh gods, yes Feredir, yes!” Feona yelled as she climaxed. The elf lay on his back, allowing Feona the chance to take charge and ride him this night. He moaned quietly as she came but did not come himself.

Feona collapsed upon his chest, then rolled off and came to rest at his side. She laid there a while, recovering her breath and basking in the glow of her recent orgasm. Feredir was silent and still lying beside her. Feona’s hand ran down his firm abdominal muscles to the dark line of fine fuzz that started just below his bellybutton and ended above his half-hardened cock. Even partially aroused it was still gloriously large, and she gazed curiously. He did not seem to be himself tonight. Feredir was always very attentive to her wants and desires. It was what she liked most about having him share her bed. Feona had different lovers, but none as experienced or observant as him. He did not come around as often as some of her other suitors and was a real treat when he did. Still, he never seemed as distant as he did now.

“Your mind is elsewhere tonight, Feredir. I think I can honestly say I have never felt this from you before,” said the dark skinned beauty.

Feredir stared at the ceiling, lost in his deep thoughts, but heard her speak. His arm stretched out beneath her back and he pulled her to him. Feona rolled onto her side, burying her face in his neck and laid gentle kisses on his heated skin. “Something bothers you.”

“Oh, it is nothing but work is all,” he answered, hoping she would be satisfied with his reply.

Feona sat up on her elbow, looking down on his handsome fair face. Feredir was young for an elf, only one hundred and twenty five years, but he looked like a man of only twenty, had the stamina of one also. There was something to be said of elvish men. They were nothing like rugged men. They were more than handsome. Elves were beautiful, each in their own way. They were wisdom and knowledge, wild at times and charming at others. That was what attracted Feona to Feredir. He was a warrior, always ready to serve and protect his home, but just as willing to protect her. She remembered the first time she met him.

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It was eight years ago. She was having particular trouble with a group of Gondorian business men, traders who had dealings out near the borders. These men made up their own rules, played their own games. On this particular night, they had too much to drink and thought they could demand more from Feona than just another round of ale. They grabbed her and tried to force her upstairs where rooms were available for rent. Feona was strong enough to handle one or two drunks, but five rather large and abrasive men was too much. The other patrons did nothing to stop the traders from forcing her upstairs and away from prying eyes and ears. They turned their heads, afraid to do anything and minded their own business. Then, as if summoned by magic, a black haired elf sprang up to her rescue, jumping over the stair railing and blocking their path. He wore a charming smile and spoke kindly to the men, asking them to release Feona and let her get back to work. He said that he was particularly thirsty after a month at the borders of Ithilien, and asked them to recommend the best ale available. As if lured by a spell, the men forgot all about Feona and joined the handsome elf for another round of beer. It was as if they were seduced by his charm and good humor. The bar maid got back to work and served the same men that were about to do unmentionable things to her upstairs. After many mugs and constant laughing, the men left the bar in better spirits than they had shown up in. Feona watched as Feredir patted each one on the back as they left. Then he came back and sat alone at the end of the bar. She didn’t know what to think of this elf, for there was no mistaking his race. Long black hair, thick as a horses mane, pale glowing skin, silver eyes that pierced the soul, this one was an elf no doubt. Finally, she plucked up the courage to speak to him.

“You saved me back there,” she commented as she wiped the bar top next to where he sat.

Without looking up, Feredir smiled and nodded. “I know when a lady is in distress.”

“Unfortunately, no one else here knows. If it wasn’t for you, I’m not sure just what would have happened.” Feona covered his hand with hers. “Thank you.”

He slowly looked up, studying her curvaceous body, full bosom, luscious lips, olive skin and finally met her dark eyes. “Something tells me you are a woman who can handle herself, but I think you were outnumbered. There was no harm done though and those men are on their way.”

“Those men are pigs. Most are who come here. This bar does not have the best reputation in Ithilien and it brings in some real heathens.” Almost immediately, she regretted those words. “Not that you are anything of the like,” Feona smiled. “Tell me, how did you calm them so quickly? They meant to do me harm had you not intervened. Their minds were racing with only one thought and their blood was racing to somewhere lower.”

Feredir laughed. “Well, you may be right there. Those men are crude and would have taken you without any care for you. I am no friend of theirs, but I do not want to make enemies either. Fighting and threats do not solve every situation.” He came to look into her eyes for the first time. There was a sense of security in them, and a sense of danger too. Feona knew he could overpower her just as easily as five men could and a part of her wished he would.

It was not the fact that he was an elf that held back that power. It was a sense of respect, a sense of pride for who he was and where he came from. In that single moment, she connected with him and Feredir with her. It was not love, never was. It was respect and curiosity mixed with attraction and lust. It was the perfect combination for both of them.

Feredir spent the rest of the evening sitting on that stool at the end of the bar, watching other patrons come and go. Men flirted with Feona and she gave them the attention they craved in return. The dark skinned woman amused him. She was very confident and others saw that in her, responded well to her. He liked that and felt comfortable around her, so much so that he came back the next night and the next, always sitting in the same spot.

Eventually they came to a point where friendly conversation was not enough. The relationship turned from one of friendship to physical satisfaction, which led them to where they were now, upstairs in her apartment in each other’s arms.

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“You do not hide your concerns very well Feredir. Tell me what has happened lately. I may not have an answer to your problem, but I have a willing ear ready to listen to your story.”

Feredir smiled. “You always were a good listener. I guess it comes with the job, eh?”

“And what is it about your job that has your thoughts somewhere else?” Her hand came up to move his hair from the side of his face. Feona looked at him closely.

“As I said, it is nothing . . . just my ward causing problems,” he responded.

“You mean that pretty young thing with the red hair?” Feona asked, remembering seeing Terrwyn about town every so often. “Certainly, she cannot be giving you trouble.” Feona started to laugh, but stopped when she caught sight of a gleam in Feredir’s starry eyes. She knew that look, had seen it before. Feona was an astute observer of people. After years of being a bar tender, she had seen all walks of life and heard all of their joys and disappointments, but there was one thing that was unmistakable. She knew love when she saw it, and she saw it now deep within Feredir’s eyes. There were some things she knew about him that he was not able to see himself. Her heart felt as if it stopped beating for a moment. Yes, she knew that look and knew it was only a matter of time before he would come to recognize it too. As much as she hated the thought of losing him, she needed to know if her assumptions were correct. Feona decided to test him and see if he realized what she had seen in his unaware gaze.

“And even if she was giving you trouble, I doubt it would affect you to such a degree, not a warrior such as yourself.” Feona waited for his answer.

Even as she spoke, Feredir stared straight up at the ceiling. “Well, you would think not.” He paused then rolled onto his side to face her. “She just makes me wish I was back at the borders is all.”

Feona could tell he was hiding something and she had a good idea what that was. She lifted his chin with her fingers and brought his eyes up to meet hers. It had always been difficult to look at him so closely. Feredir was a charmer and seemed to have a sense of magic about him. How easy it would be to lose herself to him, to love him. It would not be right though. Feona knew a bit about people’s feelings, especially hidden ones. She forced a smile, her heart saddened by the thought. “You have feelings for this girl, don’t you?”

“For Terrwyn, of course not. I am her charge. That would be unacceptable,” he said defensively.

“It is not a matter of acceptance. It is a matter of the heart.” She rolled onto her back. “I knew this day would come. You are far too handsome and your heart has longed for this. Admit it Feredir, she has touched your soul.”

Feredir appeared to be somewhat bothered by her statement. “I have no time for such love games. Besides, the girl is more of a nuisance than anything. Do you know she tried to run from me? Me! Should have stuck her with my arrow.”

Feona laughed. “Let me guess, you could not. Of course, you could not. Admit it Feredir, you have feelings for her. It is alright you know. It happens to the best of us,” she jested.

Feredir remained silent for a while. He too rolled onto his back, lying next to Feona, until he found his voice again. “Has it happened to you? Have you ever fallen for one of your patrons?”

“Why yes it has. There was one man in particular, very tall, very handsome, skin almost as brown as mine. His hair was bleached by the sun with streaks of gold, brown eyes and a prominent brow. We struck up a conversation . . . hit it off real well. He said he was here on business for the King, so I knew he was an important figure.” Feona stopped, eyes in a daze as she remembered him. “I said to myself, what would he want with someone like me, a wine wench? One night alone would have been enough to satisfy my curiosity, and it did mind you, but then he came back. Came back every night he was here. I tried not to, but I fell for him. I fell hard too. We both fell, but our lives were not meant to pass. He was very kind and gentle with my heart. I cannot help but think if things were different, we might have been together, but he was an important man and I . . . just a bar maid. I never forgot him and probably never will.”

Feredir listened intently to her story and his heart ached for her. “Well, if he comes again, you should at least try. It sounds like you both felt something. You should not deny your heart, love.”

Feona smiled, but he could see the distant pain in her eyes. “Like I said, it would have never worked.” She rolled onto her side once more to face Feredir, tracing a finger along his jaw. “That man is now the King of Rohan.”

He understood right away, why she did not pursue this. He knew how royalty worked and outsiders were not welcomed. “I am sorry you were hurt.”

“I have no regrets. We both understood what we felt and that it could go no further. I am just happy I was able to experience it. At least I can say I know what love feels like. And it is not to say there is someone else out there who will capture my heart once again.” She cupped the side of his face, turning him towards her. “Do not go on without knowing, Feredir. Do not deny your heart what I see in your eyes. You have feelings for the girl, this I can see clearly.”

“She is troubled, Feona. It would not be good to become mixed up in something like this.”

“It goes deeper than that. Reach deep, Feredir. I know you have felt it. I see it in your eyes. Let whatever it is you feel for her surface. I know you well. You would not risk your heart if you did not think she felt the same thing for you. Tell me, has there been a moment where you connected . . . a look, a touch?”

Feredir creased his eyebrows, not wanting to admit or speak of it, but Feona was good at coaxing the truth out of people and he was no different. “There was a moment . . . a kiss.”

Feona smiled. “Ah, well that is something now isn’t it? And tell me, did something spark deep within your chest? Did you not want the moment to end? Could you feel her heart singing to yours?”

After a long resistant pause, he spoke. “There was something,” he answered shortly.

“That is enough then. Something is better than nothing and I know you would not have let things get so far over nothing.” Feona sat up, pulling the sheet around her mid-section. Her long black hair hung down her tanned back. Feredir watched her. He could almost feel her sigh. She was trying to remain strong and unaffected, but he felt her sadness. Feona was special to him and he did not want to hurt her. He reached out and touched her back. “Feona . . . I--.”

“You love her Feredir, or at least you have felt stirrings of love,” she said, not facing him and afraid he would hear the disappointment in her voice. She didn’t want him to fall for another, yet she knew he could never fall for her. Feona swallowed the lump in her throat and put on her best smile before turning to him. “You are a hard one to break. She must be very special, trouble or no.” Feredir did not answer her, but she already knew the answer. She had seen that look before. But instead of convincing him to forget about this woman, Feona continued on with her emotionless front. “Do not let this slip away. You are an elf. You cannot lie, even to yourself.”

“I am only half elf,” he said, attempting one last shot at denial.

“It does not matter. Your heart is elvish and it speaks loudly. Even I can feel it. I see it. I hear it in your voice. Give this a chance or regret it forever.”

“I’m afraid she despises me. I have been very tough on her as her guard. I have taken out my anger on her, belittled her. Why should I think she has any feelings towards me but hate?” His question was honest, as if he wanted an answer.

“Love conquers all. That is all you need to know. But you need to gain her trust, her respect. This is very difficult since you are her guard. Your situation is not normal, but it is not unreachable. Show her the Feredir that I know, the gentle caring one. Do not guard her, but protect her. Hear what she has to say. Listen to her story . . . listen even closer to her heart.” Feona got on her knees and straddled Feredir’s hips. She smiled down at him, memorizing everything about him. Something told her this would be their last moments together. He had found love, even if he did not realize it yet. He did not need to visit her any longer. She would miss him, but she would have it no other way. Feredir was special. He deserved this chance.

Unable to deny her feelings any longer, a single tear traveled down Feona’s cheek. Feredir reached up and wiped it with his thumb, then cupped her face in his hand. “We should not talk about such things. Wasn’t that one of the rules you set for me? Never speak about our personal lives in the bedroom. I have upset you and for that, I am sorry. But really, I think you are wrong about this.” He sat up, keeping her on his lap. “I still think we have many nights left,” he whispered and kissed her gently.

Feona knew he was only fooling himself. The eyes were the window to the soul and she could see far into his. He felt something for Terrwyn. He would pursue it eventually and Feona would be forgotten about once again. Why was she convincing him to go after the young Rohirric girl? Why did she not tell him to forget about his problems and concentrate on her needs this night? She had done it before with other men. Feredir was different. As much as she wanted him for herself, she knew it was not right. If he had indeed found love, he should not hesitate to follow it through, no matter the outcome.

As she fought her emotions, Feredir began kissing her neck and her shoulder. He may be on the verge of finding true love, she thought, but right now, he was with her. This moment would be their last. Another lover gone, taken by cupid’s arrow, the only one better with a bow than Feredir, she laughed to herself.

His hands cupped her naked breasts as he hardened against her belly. “There is still enough night left. I would have you make love to me, and this time I would have you find your own pleasure too,” she cooed.

Without another word, Feredir lifted her by her hips and lowered her onto his stiffened arousal. They made love once more, as if they were saying goodbye. It was the end of an affair, one last fling with the wine wench of the Hallowed Leg, she thought to herself.

He changed his position, lowering her to her back, and then pounded into her hard and deep. As he always did, Feredir had Feona find her release before he took his. Only when he was sure she was satisfied did he spill into her, holding himself still while she squeezed him from inside. He had been with other women, but none as exotic as her, with her dark skin and black hair. Every man would want a woman like her. Even Feredir tried to convince himself in the past that he could learn to love her. He felt the need to take care of her, but when she sensed this from him, she hardened back up, hiding behind a smile and lying eyes. Maybe she had thought the same about him. If only they had loved each other . . . but their feelings were not that strong.

After they were spent, Feredir held her in his arms and stroked her hair. “You will find someone, Feona. You will find a man who will love you and you will be happy.”

Not wanting his pity or his concern, she buried her sadness and replaced it with her usual attitude. “I already am happy,” she smiled against his chest. “I would not trade my life, but I will gladly welcome the right man into it. Worry not for me. I have survived this long. If it is meant to happen, it will happen.” Her last sentence came out as a whisper. Feredir could tell she did not fully believe her own words. Feona was lonely. He was lonely, though he was too proud to admit it. That was what drew them to each other in the first place.

He started to speak, but she beat him to it. “Just promise me you will follow through with this. I think this girl is the one, Feredir. Do not let the chance slip away from you.”

Feredir kissed the top of her head as he cradled her. Even now, she would deny herself happiness. “Thank you,” he whispered, not sure what else to say to her. He waited until she fell into a deep sleep, then he dressed and slipped out the door.

Feona woke up a few hours later. The sun had risen and the morning was well underway. She looked over to the empty side of her bed, pulled the pillow to her and curled up into a fetal position. Feredir’s scent still lingered over the white silky material. Unable to hold back any longer, she cried until her tears ran dry. She would miss Feredir, the only elf to share her bed. “If only he loved me,” she sighed. “Then I would have shared my life with him.” It wasn’t meant to be. This was not as hard as losing the only man she ever loved, Eomer King, but it came in a close second. However, Feona was strong. She would pull herself together, put on her barmaid face and survive. After all that was what she was good at. But for now, she allowed herself to grieve for her lost elven lover. There would never be another like Feredir. She would never forget this elf.
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