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The Long and Winding Road	By : kathmco Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I only seek to borrow from Tolkien's genius, and do not seek to profit from this writing in any way.

Chapter 3

Darkness was falling, and, quite frankly, Haldir's back was growing stiff from carrying Calla. Sighing, he began to look for a place to spend the night, although he knew he would get little sleep. "The moment I put her down she'll probably take off running. Then I'll have to chase her, catch her, and teach her a lesson," he thought, a smile turning up the corners of his lips at the image. He found a suitable place in the lee of a huge boulder on the rocky mountainside.
Walking to the spot, he unceremoniously dumped Calla on the ground, along with the sack of books, and stretched, feeling every vertebrae in his back crack.
Calla scrambled to her feet, and took several steeforefore pausing, not being able to see very well in the dark.
"I wouldn't go too far…the path through these mountains is treacherous. Not to mention all of those orcs, uruk hai, cave trolls, and er…oh yes! Sharp-toothed nasties that may be roaming about," Haldir chuckled.
"Where are we?" Calla asked, not moving closer to him, but realizing that he was right - it was too dangerous for her to try to escape in the dark.
"The Grey Mountains. We will reach the bottom of the range tomorrow, and probably stop in Mirkwood for the night."
"Mirkwood?" Calla repeated excitedly, despite her resolve to escape.
"Don't sound so excited. It is a dreary place, full of giant spiders."
"And full of blonde-haired, blue-eyed Elves like Thranduil and Legolas."
"You would lust after them when I am right in front of you?" growled Haldir, his pride dented. She had spurned him, but looked wet at the thought of the Prince and King of Mirkwood.
"I didn't say I lusted after them…I just mentioned them. Stop looking at me like that - what I said to you holds true for them, too. I do not sleep with just anyone!" Calla flopped down on the ground, her back to Haldir.
"Once again your body betrays you, little one," Haldir said, moving closer to her. He now sat directly behind her, and reached up to run his hands through her auburn curls. "Elves do not have curls like this…I like the feel of them," he murmured softly in her ears.
"Please stop, Haldir," she begged, knowing full well that if he didn't she would give in to him.
"I cannot, little one. I no longer just desire you…now, I need you as well."
"I can't imagine that you would need anyone, Haldir."
"That is not the kind of need I mean, and you know it," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "You would make me carry you all the way down this mountain with an ache in my breeches?"
Calla couldn't help giggling at the image his remark created.
"Now you laugh at my discomfort, as well? We shall see if you are still laughing five minutes from now…" he purred, setting about nibbling on her neck, both hands holding her shoulders.
"Haldir…Haldir, please stop…Haldir, please…don't stop," she whispered, unable to deny her own reactions anymore. She sighed as his lips sucked gently at the nape of her neck, teasing the soft flesh with his teeth. His hands pushed down the straps of her nightgown, and she slipped her arms free. The gown fell to her waist, freeing her full breasts for his hands to explore.
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Breaking contact with her for a moment, he quickly removed his own tunic, then wrapped his arms around her, drawing her back to his chest. He enjoyed feeling her soft skin next to his, moving his hands up her waist to cup her breasts. His thumbs teased her nipples, eliciting a sigh from her lips, as she tilted her head back on his shoulder.
Pushing her down, he worked her nightgown down, pulling it off over her legs. Quickly, he kicked off his boots, and unlaced and removed his breeches, freeing his impressive tool. He lay down next to her, crushing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. She felt his tongue brush her lips, seeking entrance. Parting her lips, his tongue darted in her mouth, exploring and dancing with her own, while han hands gently kneaded her breasts, occasionally rolling the nipples between his fingers. Her breath came faster as her own hands became busy, roaming the broad expanse of his back, feeling his muscles work beneath the skin.
Leaving her mouth, he trailed kisses down her neck, his mouth closing over one rosy nipple. Sucking hungrily, his free hand slipped down between her thighs, feeling the heat and moisture there. Moaning, he traveled further south, nipping and kissing at the flesh of her flat belly, until his tongue tasted the sweetness between her legs.
She moaned softly as he began to lick her velvety folds, flicking his tongue over the nub hidden within. Slipping a finger inside of her, he groaned with pleasure at her tightness. Her fingers tangled themselves in his silvery mane, and she softly pleaded with him to enter her.
Unable and unwilling to hold off any longer, he rose to his knees, and entered her warmth, sighing with pleasure as her canal squeezed his rod. Developing a slow rhythm, their breathing increased as he skillfully pumped into her. The pace quickened, until he was slamming his length into her depths, and her hips bucked with each thrust, matching his passion. She came first, her back arching as waves of pleasure coursed through her, calling his name.
The shockwaves that coursed over his organ threw him over the edge, and he called out loudly as he spilled his seed within her.
Collapsing on top of her, he slipped his arms underneath her back, and held her, until his breathing calmed enough for him to speak.
"You see? It was senseless for you to run from me…I can give you great pleasure."
"I don't care," Calla spat, upset with both the Elf for forcing her to forget her values, and at herself for allowing him to, not to mention the Elf's arrogance. "I should not have let you do that…I have pride, too, you know. This was big mistake - one I don't intend on ever repeating!" She wrapped herself in his cloak, turned her back on him, and closed her eyes.
Haldir sat looking at her for a few moments, unable to understand her thinking. They had both found intense pleasure in their act - why did she insist that it was wrong of them to indulge? "Humans! I'll never understand them!" he thought as he dressed. Lying down next to her, he rolled over, his back to hers. Shivering in the chill of the nighe ste stretched out, and let sleep claim him.
Dawn broke over the mountains, and found Haldir already up and about. He had scavenged for breakfast, his arrow finding a nice, fat rabbit, which was currently roasting over the small campfire he had built.
Calla woke to the smell of meat roasting, sat up rubbing her eyes. Seeing Haldir crouching by the fire, her first thought was of their passion of the night before, and she felt her body betray her yet again. Pushing the thoughts of his naked body pressed against hers from her mind, she ran her fingers through her mop of hair, then pulled on her nightgown. Wrapping Haldir's cloak tightly around her, she approached the campfire.
"I don't suppose you have anything I can wear?" she asked the Elf, who was turning the rabbit on a makeshift spit.
"I am sorry - well, not really sorry," he replied, eyeing her form, "but I have no extra clothes with me. We will procure something for you in Mirkwood, although I have no problem with the way you are dressed," he chuckled, looking back down at the rabbit.
"Argh! You are insufferable, do you know that? I can't go traipsing around Arda in a baby doll nightgown!"
"Why not?"
"Why not? Because it's indecent, that's why not!"
"It isn't indecent…I'll wager that our Elleths will have the tailors very busy duplicating that dress as soon as they see it!" Haldir laughed, picking up the edge of his cloak and pretending to peek underneath it.
Calla pulled away from him in a fury. "Stop that." Looking around, she said, "I don't suppose there are any facilities in this godforsaken place, are there?"
"Facilities? What are they?"
"Ladies rooms…bathrooms…toilets?" she tried to explain, seeing the blank look on Haldir's face. "Never mind, I'll just have to find a bush. You stay right where you are, mister."
Haldir chuckled watching her walk around to the other side of the boulder. There were many things she would have to get used to here…evidently disposing of bodily waste was one them.
"Ow!" Came Calla's voice from the other side of the boulder.
"What's wrong?" Haldir called, immediately walking toward the sound of her voice, concerned for her safety.
"I stepped on a rock. When you so gallantly swept me away last night you neglected to bring along my shoes!"
"You won't need them…I'll continue carrying you," he laughed, going back to his cooking.
Calla limped out from behind the boulder, and sat herself down by the campfire. "Great. I so look forward to being slung over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes."
"Then you should have just agreed to come with me."
"You should have taken 'no' for an answer!"
Haldir sighed, and handed her a leg quarterthe the rabbit, hoping that chewing would keep her tongue from wagging. He tore into his own portion, the strain of carrying her this far, not to mention their exploits of the night before, giving him a tremendous appetite.
Calla nibbled at the rabbit, watching Haldir lick his fingers clean. He noticed her watching, and suddenly the manner in which he licked them changed, becoming erotic. He slowly slid his finger into his mouth, and slowly drew it back out, enjoying the fact that she had stopped eating and that her breath was coming faster.
Chuckling, he stopped sucking on his fingers, and stood up. "As much as I would like a repeat of last night's performance, we need to be going…daylight is wasting, and Mirkwood is still several hours from here at a lively march."
His words made her realize that she was nearly panting, and she was furious at herself for allowing herself to get sucked in again. Silently she watched him smother the fire, and pick up the sack of books. He stood before her, and before she could move, swooped in for a fierce kiss. Before her lips could stop burning, she was once again slung over his shoulder, and she could hear him chuckling under his breath as he walked down the path heading for Mirkwood.
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