Pointy-Eared Mischief

Disclaimer: I, TrekQueen (mitzi), will not receive anything in return for this work and I give all credit of Star Trek and Lord of the Rings to The Great Bird of the Galaxy and The Great Wizard of Middle Earth.

Author’s Note: I wanted to say thank you once again to everyone who reviewed. I really appreciate it. I also have to apologize that I didn’t get this chapter out sooner. Also I’ve also decided to let you know that this is also taking place after or in the late sixth season of TNG due to some information that is to be revealed in this chapter. This is also a bit more light hearted than the other chapters. Also, you readers are lucky here at AFF because this includes the special additional explicit scenes that are not included in the watered down version I have posted elsewhere.


Chapter Three: A New Search and New Friends

Riker exhaled heavily and ran his hand over his hair as he looked down upon the still body of L’Etar. The quick rescue had turned into a larger predicament than expected and now no one knew where Spock was. Neither the Enterprise or the shuttle had received signals from another source and with the death of the only other known witness they were left with nothing. Crusher quietly put her instruments away in her med-kit but stopped as she noticed someone approaching. Lord Elrond stopped at the foot of the bed and looked down upon them.

“Commander Riker, we should speak in private immediately,” he said softly to him.

Riker looked at him confused and surprised since he addressed him by his formal title that he had purposefully not said to the lord. He began to think something strange was going on and there was a lot more to this world than he realized. Without a word he stood to follow Lord Elrond to a nearby balcony. He motioned for Crusher to remain until he returned. As soon as they were alone, Lord Elrond turned to him.

“I understand the nature of your visit to our lands,” he began. “There is no need for distrust or not telling of your important errand.”

“What do you know about my ‘errands’?” Riker asked carefully.

“I know about your ship,” Elrond said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I must also tell you that I am knowledgeable of your traveling in the stars and the means of which you traverse the universe.”

“How do you know about that?” Riker said, becoming very on edge that they might get into trouble.

“We Elves know about the worlds beyond ours here,” Elrond said. “Here, we have stories of a land where we, the Elves, live which is beyond the reach of man in the West. Elves will feel the need to leave these lands eventually and travel to the outer reaches of this world. The truth of the story is this… we were brought here by another race whose name may be different for your people. We call them the Valar and we will return to the West to remain there forever more where they had once begun.”

“Let me get this straight,” Riker questioned. “You understand warp capability? And use it?”

“Yes,” Elrond said. “The Valar are an ancient race who had a hand in the creation and development of races across the galaxy. We were one of the chosen few who remain and know the truth.”

“I know about them,” Riker responded, nodding his head as he realized what Elrond was talking about. Not many months before, Captain Picard’s old mentor Professor Galen had given them information upon his demise that sent the crew on a chase across the quadrant with the Klingons and Cardassians for pieces of a puzzle that ended with a message from a humanoid being claiming to be part of the creators of life in the universe. He then felt a bit of anger rise inside of him as he realized much more. “Why didn’t you help him then if you have as great of technology as we do?”

“We live a simple life in Imladris as do the other Elves in other realms,” Lord Elrond explained. “We choose not to use it but we do have an small fleet for times of need.”

“Why didn’t you say all this before?” Riker said rather annoyed and made sure Lord Elrond noticed.

“We could not trust you fully until we understood all that has been occurring here,” he said. “We are in a dark time now. One of the lower Valar with strong powers and evil within him has risen from the Shadows to try and destroy this world. He may try to deceive us through many means.”

“And why should I trust you?” Riker said carefully. “How do I know you are not tricking us? And you simply are just a gifted telepath?”

“Oh, but I am able to read your thoughts,” Elrond said matter-of-factly. “I have the ability of foresight and knew of your impending arrival but I did not know your intentions. After much consideration and observation have I decided to speak with you on this matter. Though, it is quite curious about the people you have come to save. They appear in likeness to Elves I know of one who would have been able to help you and explain these similarities but he has… fallen.” Lord Elrond’s silvery gray eyes darkened for a moment, as he seemed to ponder events that only few knew then refocused on Riker.

Riker understood Lord Elrond meant the pointed ears but was not quite sure of whom he spoke that could have made the situation so much easier.

“I don’t understand it either but we will leave you in peace once we find everyone we came to find,” he explained. “Could you take us to the wreckage and debris field so that we can find out more about what happened?”

“Of course,” Lord Elrond said. “You may also contact your Captain since there is no need to worry about lack of knowledge on our part. I will also see to it that your companions are welcome to wander freely in these parts.”

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The stunning news brought to Captain Picard was indeed shocking and the loss of so many of the people on board the escape pod was greatly troubling due to the fact that Spock’s own pod may have had problems upon entry. Lord Elrond kept his word and the crew was let to roam around the forest in search for anything the Elves may have missed or any other people that may have survived the crash.

To everyone’s surprise, Worf had become quick friends with Lord Glorfindel who had handily disarmed him earlier in the day. The warrior hearts of each brought the telling of stories about battles and honor as well as the art and mastery of weapons and martial arts. After a very mischievous, and an obviously planned, argument between Elladan and Elrohir was vocalized on whether Worf could possibly better the Balrog-slayer in a fighting match, a last minute competition was announced between the Klingon and elf.

Riker chuckled to himself as he watched Worf prepare on one side of the fighting ring with LaForge and Data by his side and Lord Glorfindel on the other with Erestor whispering things to the golden haired warrior. The twins Elladan and Elrohir stood nearby with smug expressions on their faces at the success their little incident had created and incited the growing crowd more with shouts for their favorite of the match. Crusher stood nearby in case someone was injured. Riker normally would not have allowed such an event on a mission as important as this but he realized that some of Worf’s pride might have still been hurt. The stress and tension earlier in the day needed to be released.

The two competitors stepped into the ring to begin. Worf had brought his bat’leth down from his quarters on the ship and Lord Glorfindel sported a long curved blade. The elves curiously studied Worf’s weapon from the sidelines since they did not have something quite like it but they did not get a long look at it for the two began their rally as Worf swung his blade into action.
Riker was mostly paying attention to the fight until he noticed an image behind the two fighters. Speaking with one of the twin brothers was a elegant female elf with dark flowing tresses and pale skin. However, her deep blue eyes flashed with wisdom and truth despite the seeming youth of her age. Her face suddenly contorted into shock in response to something Elrohir said and she chastised him as he laughed uproariously to himself. She left as suddenly as she appeared, mixing behind the crowd.

Without a moment to lose, Riker began to follow her path. Her face danced inside his mind, which he hoped would not fade so that he may find her at once and have it forever imprinted in his mind. Her beauty was unmatchable by any of the other elves he had met in his short stay in Imladris. Now far away from the distant cheers, Riker noticed a flash of pale white fabric whip behind a building. He followed quietly and found the female elf admiring a rose garden. He approached her cautiously but she seemed to have heard him in his quiet advance. She looked around curiously to see who had followed her but softened when she saw his face.

“How may I be of service to you, Commander?” she said breathlessly. “Have you become lost? Shall I lead you somewhere?”

“No, but I feel I am lost,” he said as he strode up to her, feeling his lady-killer charm taking over. “Without your lovely presence to help guide me. Since you know my name, may I know yours, sweet lady?”

She smiled calmly but did not blush at his remarks nor did she push away his hand that had taken hers. He bent down to kiss her hand but upon rising he was bothered with the lack of a greater response from her.

“I am the Lady Arwen,” she said. “My father is Lord Elrond whom you are now acquainted with.”

“He never mentioned you, though I can understand he would like to protect such a lovely daughter from strangers,” he said, coming closer to her and leaning against the wall behind her.

“He needs not worry about me, Commander,” Arwen said. “I am no mere elfling to be cared for.”

“That I can see,” Riker grinned as he leaned his face in close to hers.

Arwen moved aside, absolutely silent and giggled as she noticed Riker slightly lose his balance as he realized she had moved when he opened his eyes.

“Commander, I must tell you that my heart belongs to another,” she said. “I have promised myself to him and will give myself to no other but him.”

“I see,” he said with a sigh that he would not be able to get to know her better. “I apologize for my behavior, Lady Arwen.”

With his words he departed, a small scowl on his face with a hint of frustration. He came back to the practice ring and found Lord Glorfindel had just won the match against Worf. The crowd was dispersing and the Elladan was smiling triumphantly that he had won the bet. It would be best for him to return to the Enterprise to let Captain Picard know of the progress and finds they had made on the surface.

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Deanna Troi eyed her surroundings as she made her way across the paths of the hidden vale. She had just arrived with another search team from the Enterprise and after hearing about the interesting story of the inhabitants she had to see it all for herself. She had just crossed a bridge connecting two peaks overlooking the waterfall cascading down the mountain cliff at the rear of the valley when she came upon the end of what seemed a fighting match. Worf was speaking with Data as she came closer.

"What did I miss?” she asked.

“I challenged one of the elf warriors to a battle,” Worf said. “However, I was unable to disarm him.”

“Maybe you can have a rematch?” Troi offered, trying to be optimistic as to not hurt Worf’s feelings.

“When this mission is over, perhaps,” Worf said as he made to leave with the android.

Troi watched them go and turned around to head toward the center of the elven city. It was then a form stepped out in front of her path. She stopped suddenly as she looked up into the pewter eyes.

“Oh! Hello!” she said surprised for a moment.

“Did I startle you?” he asked her. “I apologize that I did not let my presence be known immediately.”

“It’s all right,” Troi said with a smile.

He smiled in return; his silver eyes with a touch of blue ice roamed her figure for a mere second as he took her in.

“My name is Elrohir,” he offered. “Would you care to join me on a walk? I could show you around?”

“That would be lovely,” she accepted and took his invited arm. “I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself! My name is Deanna Troi.”

“A beautiful name for a divine woman such as yourself,” Elrohir said softly.

Deanna lowered her eyes, her cheeks blushing a little. She typically did not let herself be drawn into such advances so she reminded herself to keep her head level. She opened her mind a little to see if she could sense what intentions he might have.

“Thank you,” she said as they walked.

“You are a telepath, are you not?” he suddenly said as they crossed into a courtyard.

She started for a moment, fumbling for a response.

“Actually, I am an empath where I can sense people’s feelings,” she explained.

“I understand,” he said with an impish smile. “We are much the same, you and I.”

“How so?” she asked cautiously.

“My granddame has many mind abilities,” he said. “My mother passed on a few traits to my siblings and myself.”

She suddenly felt a wave of emotion roll over her as he brushed her mind slightly, letting her feel a touch of his thoughts. Troi felt her skin cover with goose bumps as it felt like he caressed her psyche.

“That is an interesting talent,” she said, once catching her breath but closing her mind to any other attempts he might make.

“It is,” he said with a smile. “And it works quite well when I want to speak with my twin and he is not nearby.”

Troi felt a presence behind her and as she turned, she came face to face with Elrohir. //No//, she told herself, //that’s not him. It’s his brother.//

Elladan smiled warmly as he greeted the two.

“Welcome to Rivendell, Deanna,” he said with a small bow of his head. “I hope you enjoy your stay here, however short or long it may be.”

“Thank you,” she said, still a bit surprised. “Your home here is quite unique and exquisite.”

Elladan raised his eyes to his brother for a moment as if they were conversing. The twins were at least as tall as Riker, if not taller, and Troi had to look up to the two lofty, dark-haired elves. She wondered what was being said between them.

“Would you care to see a wide view of the valley?” Elladan offered. “I know just the place to take your breath away.”

“Yes, that would be wonderful,” Troi said.

“This way,” Elladan said as he led them along.

The three rounded a corner of one of the housing buildings and they approached a tall tree that stood next to the structure. Elladan hopped up onto the nearest branch and looked down to them.

“It may seem rather strange but it is the fastest way to where we are going,” he explained, offering his hand. “Do not fear, I will not drop you. We are comfortable in the trees.”

Troi hesitantly raised her hand to him and Elrohir gently helped her up to meet his brother. They climbed up a few more branches going higher and higher next to the building. Eventually they came across a balcony and Elladan jumped to it and helped her across. Elrohir effortlessly joined them, making their climb look as easy as walking. Troi raised her eyes and looked down upon the valley at the beginning of the sun setting. Rays of orange, yellow, and gold danced around them and reflected off the pools and streams running throughout the hills and rock faces.

“This is so amazing,” she smiled looking across the vale and into the green forests beyond. “It is so beautiful.”

“I’m glad you are enjoying it,” Elrohir said with satisfaction and a smile to his brother.

Deanna felt a breeze on her neck as she felt her hair pulled aside by long fingers that began to trace her neck. She held her breath as she felt herself being touched.

“The clothing you and your friends wear let’s the mind wander,” he whispered into her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “Some of your fellow female friends do not wear it well but you, Deanna, leaves all desiring for you.”

Elrohir’s lips lightly pressed against her neck, tasting her skin and nuzzling into her hair. Deanna sensed him come back into her mind suddenly and she became overwhelmed as a roll of lust overtook her consciousness. She let out a short, quick breath as he made his way down her neck. One hand of his was still in her hair while the other began to weave its way across her hip to her midsection.

A vision from Elladan invaded her mind as he crossed over her barrier that was useless against their powers. She found herself eyeing an image of Elladan’s naked torso entwined with her own amid sheets of satin and silk. Her heart fluttered as her own sensations of need gripped her with the instinctual response of arousal coursing through her. Elladan sensed her approval and stepped next to her opposite Elrohir. He touched her cheek with his fingers lightly and traced them along her chin, turning her face toward his to meet the hypnotic allure of his eyes. He took a draught of her mouth, lingering on the sweetness of her lips. She closed her eyes as her body thrummed with want and need. She had not been with anyone in so long and normally not so soon after meeting him…

Elrohir’s hand slipped lower from her stomach and down to between her thighs. His other hand that had been in her hair slid down her back and cupped her underside. Elladan released her from his kiss and she faced Elrohir as he drew her flush against him. With a sudden movement, he had her in his arms and was carrying her inside the room adjoining the balcony with Elladan following. He placed her on the bed carefully and stood at the side of the mattress while Elladan stood at the opposite edge.

Elrohir climbed onto the bed, sitting next to her. He drew her upon his lap and feeling her emotions and sexual drive take over, Troi wrapped her legs around him. Elladan approached her from behind drew her hair aside, suckling her neck. She threw back her head against his shoulder as his tongue licked and sucked against her harder. Elrohir had found the zipper to her uniform and began to unzip her clothing. It parted easily and he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric, tracing her shoulders as he pulled the restrictive uniform down her arms. Elladan removed himself from her and took off his shirt and leggings.

Elrohir removed his own shirt and then cupped Troi’s face in his hands as he brought her closer to him. His tongue massaged her lips and toyed with her own as he swept the depth and contours of her mouth. The bulge in his leggings was noticeable and pressed against her. Elladan wrapped his lithe, yet muscular arms around her frame and kneaded her full breasts that were still enclosed in her bra. He slipped his fingers around, finding the clasp in between her bosom and releasing it and pulling the restrictive clothing from her body.

Elladan took each free breast in hand and massaged them, teasing her nipples by twisting and pinching them. She uttered a low moan in response and felt Elrohir slither his hand down into the folds of her clothing. Moments later she felt his fingers rubbing her wet opening. She pressed her body against him; bringing his fingers to the exact spot she wanted him to touch. Elrohir complied with a smile and enfolded one finger in her warmth; drawing it out slowly then back in as he pressed on her clit with his palm.

Troi’s breathing quickened as she felt the erotic sensations course through her body. She released herself from control and let herself fall into the twins’ control. Elladan felt her relinquish to them and began to stroke her mind again. He drew out her sensations, as they would peak, causing her body to quake and tremble with the overwhelming feelings. She did not notice as he helped his brother lay her flat upon the satin sheets of the bed. Elrohir gently tugged off her tight clothing and laid her bare to take.

Finding her ready, he spread her legs and poised himself at her opening. She was still reveling in the mental ministrations of Elladan who sat above her head. Elrohir pressed into her, sliding easily in and having her muscles contract around him at his penetration. He growled low in his throat as she wrapped her legs around his waist to bring him deeper within her. He thrust slowly at first, relishing every moment.

Elrohir brought himself down upon her, wrapping his arms around her frame. He leaned over her, taking a nipple into his mouth and drawing upon it hungrily. He nibbled as he drew out of her. He drove harder as she began to press into his thrusts. Elrohir flicked his tongue over her nipple as he felt her muscles tighten instinctually as she neared the peak of her pleasure. Troi’s body reverberated with the lasting feelings of their lovemaking as he released within her.

She lay panting upon the sheets as he brought himself down upon her once more. She stared into his deep silvery eyes as he brought his face over her, slightly panting. They kissed deeply as he drew out and moved aside. It was then that Elladan came into view and Troi realized that they were not done with her just yet.

TBC