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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 36 - Weightless

The workroom was silent, but for the clink of glass or the crunching of dried leaves. A small pot started simmering over on the stove and a fire crackled in the hearth. Terrwyn worked diligently, ignoring the burning sensation at the back of her head where she was sure Feredir stared at her. There he sat in his usual place at the small table, watching her, being the warden. She wished for a disturbance of any kind, just to end the tension in the room. There was not much to do now that her teachers were gone. Crushing herbs was all she knew to do. At least she would have a good deal of ingredients prepared by the time Master Curuven came back. Feredir had chased Orthorien away, the only other person that could have showed her what to do, though she doubted they would have gotten far with all that happened while they were alone. Perhaps it was a good thing that Feredir arrived when he did, even if it meant seeing her in the arms of his brother. Why did he care in the first place? The dark-haired elf had always been condescending towards her and on the rare occasion when she thought he was about to open up to her, he had run away as if she carried the plague. It bothered her that she longed for him when he was gone and wished he’d leave when he was near. Terrwyn saw Feredir much differently in her mind and she seemed to easily forget what he was like once he was in her presence.

The young woman worked absentmindedly, going through the motions while her mind tried to figure out this puzzle, when there came a sizzling noise from the stove. The pot had boiled over and beads of hot water danced on the iron top. Panicked because it held a very rare plant that needed boiling in order to be useful, Terrwyn tried to save what was left and grabbed the handle without using a towel to protect her hand. It instantly seared her skin and she dropped the pot on the floor. She cried out in pain, holding her burnt hand to her chest. Water from the dropped pot splashed up onto her skirt, staining it with brown blotches, which she knew would not come out in the laundry. “Damnit,” she cursed in her Rohirric tongue, crouching down and picking up the pot with a nearby towel.

“You should have used that to begin with,” Feredir called from the table.

She looked at him through her red tresses that had fallen into her face. There he sat, feet on top of the table and leaning back in his chair. Terrwyn said another round of Rohirric, this time directed at the elf. When she was done, he merely laughed under his breath.

“Why are you here anyway?” she blurted out. “I got along just fine while you were gone.”

“That much is obvious,” he said quietly, thinking she would not hear. He was wrong.

Terrwyn knew he was talking about Orthorien, but chose to ignore his blatant comment. “I am no longer a threat as far as Master Curuven is concerned. I think I have proven that and no longer need a guard. What is there to guard against anyways?”

“Perhaps you need guarding against yourself,” he muttered again.

Terrwyn stood up and glared at him through fiery eyes. “And just what is that supposed to mean?” she shot back.

Feredir lowered his feet to the ground. “You know very well what it means. Don’t think that I have not noticed the looks and glances you share with Orthorien.”

“And what business is it of yours? You have no claim over me,” she argued. “Orthorien is very kind and I enjoy his company is all.”

He laughed. “Oh, I could see that for myself.” Then his face turned serious and he took a step towards Terrwyn. “Orthorien may seem like that now, but believe me he is only after the prize between your legs.”

“How dare you speak to me like that,” she countered, backing away from him as he slowly advanced. “Besides, it is my choice who I wish to fraternize with. Maybe I liked having him lean over me, breathing upon my neck, feeling his lips on my skin.” Terrwyn backed up until she was up against the wall of the workroom. Feredir had kept up with her steps and now stood in front of her, only inches between them. His silver eyes seemed inflamed with an inner hatred that he held for his brother. “At least he made me feel as though he wanted me.”

Feredir’s eyes softened at this. How could she say that? He did want her. He had always wanted her, but he could not move forward with their situation. Terrwyn could see that she struck a nerve and she would not back down now. “You do not want me. You made that very clear every day we were together. You made that even more clear that night in my healing room.” She paused a moment, waiting for a response from him, but he seemed at a loss for words. “I would have given myself to you that night, but you pushed me away. Why should I think there could be anything between us? Every time I feel you getting close, you run off like a frightened deer and then make it seem as though it is my fault.” Terrwyn put her hands on his chest and pushed him away from her. “At least your brother shows compassion and kindness,” she spat angrily.

Those last few words felt like a slap to his face and he winced inside his mind. It was time she knew why he did what he did. He grabbed her arms a little hard, ignoring the face she made. “I did not take you that night because I thought you were special. I thought you deserved something more, but obviously this is what you want. Do you just want someone to fuck you? If so, I could have done that in the woods when you ran from me. I can find a woman with the snap of my fingers who I can fuck meaninglessly, but I want to make love to you,” he admitted. Then he released her and turned from her site. “Go on then and keep letting my brother seduce you. He will give you a good screwing if that is all you are after. His charms are false. His promises are empty. I thought you were different, Terrwyn. I thought you were someone I could--.” Feredir stopped himself.

“You thought what?” she countered with a venomous tone. “You thought you could love me? Is that what you were going to say? You love no one but yourself. You, Feredir are an egotistical, arrogant ass.”

Faster than she could blink, Feredir spun around, pushing Terrwyn against the wall, his hands flat against the stone on either side of her shoulders. She shuddered as she felt his anger and his strength. For a fleeting second, she knew how it felt to be his target. This must have been how it felt to be that Southron he killed. She was frightened, but at the same time aroused. Yet she did not let either one show. He had always been a bully, but she would not let him affect her like this anymore. “Go on then. What are you going to do, hit me?” she challenged him.

Without hesitation, Feredir captured her mouth roughly. She tried to push him but he was too powerful. He forced his tongue into her mouth, pushing deep and tasting every part of her. It did not take long for Terrwyn to stop resisting. The kiss was hard and wanton. Desire and lust flowed between them. He pressed his body to hers and she felt his hardening member against her belly. Feredir writhed against her, letting her know just how much he wanted her. When she finally gave in and responded by wrapping her fingers into his long thick hair, he pulled away from her, looking deep into her eyes.

“You do this to me Terrwyn. You turn me into some crazed animal and I feel as if I have no control. But I do not want you like this. It is not who I am. It is not who I want you to see and so I ran. I didn’t know what else to do.” His eyes softened and his hold on her relaxed. “I want you when you want to be with me, and not before that. Otherwise, it would be meaningless . . . meaningless as my brother would have it.” He pushed himself away from her, turning to face the opposite side of the room. He felt ashamed to have let himself lust for her again.

All this time Terrwyn had wanted to hear this from him. She was never sure how he felt, but now that she knew, her heart was opening to him. “It is a longing is it not? That is what you search for. You need to feel the longing not the lust.”

Without turning to her, Feredir nodded in agreement. Terrwyn smiled to herself and continued. “There is something you do not know, something you saw but did not hear. I made Orthorien stop. I realize I could have let him seduce me, but I wanted something more and he does not possess that.” She removed herself from the wall and reached out, her fingers capturing his waist length black hair. “I do want you, Feredir. I have always wanted you, but more than that I have longed for you.” Terrwyn released his hair and looked to the floor. “I never wanted anything from your brother except to make you jealous. I know it was wrong, but it felt as if there was no other way to get through to you.”

Slowly Feredir faced her and saw a single tear threatening to escape the corner of her eye. He had hurt her again, made her go to extremes to gain his attention. He hated that feeling. Reaching up, he caught the tear before it had a chance to run down her cheek. Then he closed the distance between them, bringing his lips slowly to hers, stopping just before they touched. “Let me show you how I want it be.”

His lips pushed gently against hers as his hands rested at her waist. Terrwyn responded by mimicking his moves, lightly accepting his kiss. Feredir’s hand left her waist and came to rest at the side of her face. He deepened the kiss with the offering of his tongue, which she gladly accepted. Again he tasted her, but this time he reveled in the feel and the texture.

Terrwyn instantly saw shades of green behind her closed eyes. She soon learned that these visions had everything to do with Feredir, who he was and where he was from, but how she did not understand yet. It didn’t matter now. She was finally experiencing Feredir for whom he really was and this was incomparable to anything she had ever experienced. Inside this tough stubborn elf was a lover who would show her what it could be like to be wanted and needed. He was someone who would give her everything and take nothing for himself, for that is what would please him most. And in return, she could give him what he longed for, her complete attention.

She brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, her hands greedily grasping at his thick mane. Terrwyn deepened the kiss this time, letting him know that she acted on her own, that she wanted him. Tongues circled and flicked before Feredir released her and his lips moved along her jaw to her neck and lower to her shoulder. Her skin felt hot against his lips. He wanted more of her and his hands traveled up her arms and around her back. He pulled her to him, holding her as if he would never again release her. He was still aroused, the evidence very prominent against Terrwyn’s thigh. The soft mounds of her breasts pushed against his chest. Feredir needed more than just this though. He wanted to know her better, understand her thoughts, learn what made her happy, but there were still many obstacles in their way. She would leave soon for Rohan and he needed to see his mother before she sailed. The moment that had just proven their feelings for each other came crashing around him. The reality was, he could not be with Terrwyn without involving his heart, yet the chance that they would ever see each other again after she left were slim.

Terrwyn’s eyes met his silver grey pools. She smiled shyly. “This is nice. This is what I had imagined.”

His smile disappeared and he took her hands in his. “You will leave soon. Winter is coming to a close and your people will come for you.”

It was not what she wanted to hear now, but it was the truth. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“Terrwyn, I have never met someone that makes me feel like you do. The last thing I want to do is lose you so soon,” he admitted.

“So you are running away again,” she said disappointed.

“I fear if we take this much further, my heart will become involved and I cannot afford that kind of pain right now.” He released her and took a step back. “I must go back to Mirkwood. My mother, she means to sail soon, but she will not leave before I return. And you . . . this tribunal hangs over your head. Do you know what it would mean if I give you my heart and then never see you again?”

Terrwyn hadn’t thought of all these prospects. Feredir seemed so human to her and she forgot sometimes that he still lived by elvish rules. He was a Peredhil and had an important choice to make. “I don’t want to hurt you, Feredir. Perhaps you are right.” She lowered her head. “I cannot give you my flesh without also giving you my heart.”

Feredir felt her pain. He reached out to her but she shook her head, refusing his touch. “I can’t do this with you. Too many times have we walked this path only to come to a complete halt. I know you are not running away from me this time. You have explained yourself quite well, but it doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “I need more from you, but you cannot give it without losing a part of who you are. I would never ask this from you.”

“Terrwyn I--.”

She put a hand up to stop him. “No, please.” She turned back to face the workbench. “I need a break from this work. I’m going upstairs to rest. This can wait.” It took all she had not to let her voice waver with the flood of tears she was holding back. With that said Terrwyn hurried off upstairs, entered her room and locked the door behind her. She sat on the edge of her bed, pondering her thoughts. So much had happened to her in her young life. Disappointment was becoming a familiar guest. She quietly cursed the chestnut elf from her childhood. “If I hadn’t ever met him, maybe my life would have turned out much different. Maybe I would not have always wondered about the elves. Now I find that they are too complicated for a simple girl from Rohan. I was a fool to ever think I could live amongst them or even love one of them.” She curled up on her bed and closed her eyes.

Sometime later, how long she did not know, there was a gently knocking on her door. Terrwyn had no idea how long it had been since she laid down. Maybe Limil had come to visit her or bring her something to eat. She got up and went to the door, unlocking it. Before she could ask who it was someone was pushing through. Terrwyn jumped back, slightly irritated by the invasion until she saw who it was. Feredir stood there, tall and dark, handsome beyond anyone she had ever set eyes upon. His silver eyes shined with a new energy. His lips parted as if to say something, but no word came out. He went to her and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her feet from the floor. Before she could protest, he covered her mouth with his own, kissing her deep with wanton passion. Finally, he released her so she could breathe.

She searched his face and his eyes for some answer. “Feredir, what--?”

He shushed her then scooped her up in his strong elvish arms. “No more games.” He walked to her bed.

“But what about--?” She was interrupted by another sensual kiss. Then she was thrown onto the bed. She instantly sat up on her elbows and watched as he crawled onto the bed.

“We’ll figure this out as we go along,” he said. “All I know is that I want you Terrwyn. I want you with me. You will not slip through my fingers this time.” Now he was hovering above her, his long black hair surrounding them both.

Terrwyn was almost frightened of him. His power over her was intense as his eyes bared down upon her body, scanning every inch of her. Unable to find her voice, she merely nodded her acceptance before her words came out in nothing more than a whisper. “Yes, Feredir yes.”

His smile was predatory grin as he closed the distance between them until he was covering her with his body. He kissed her lips, her neck, her bare shoulder. He remembered the stained skirt and knew she would have no more use for this dress. The elf sat up on his knees, straddling her hips. Determined hands grasped at the neckline and ripped the top in half, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples instantly hardened as the coolness of the air washed over them.

Feredir’s hands slowly covered her tits, feeling her for the first time in the palm of his hands. He glanced at her face, which was a combination of confusion and want. He smiled, this time with more longing. “Beautiful,” he sighed and leaned down, covering her breast with is mouth. So long had he imagined feel of her velvety flesh, the very taste of her upon his tongue. He gave the same attention to the other one, then ran his tongue between her breasts, up her chest and came back to kiss her again.

The feel of his warm mouth on her breasts was almost too much and she ached for him. A whimper escaped her lips, signaling to Feredir her readiness. He did not want to move too quickly though. They must savor every moment of this first time.

Terrwyn noticed that somewhere along the way to her room, he must have gotten rid of his guards tunic for all he wore now was a shirt and leggings. While he hovered above, kissing her passionately, her fingers undid his buttons and soon she felt the smooth flesh of his bare chest. Oh, but he was magnificent. Every muscle was alive, hardened and quivering. He showed immense strength as he held himself back from ravishing her and spending himself quickly, though she would not complain if he did.

Now that Terrwyn started undressing him, Feredir got up from the bed and stood at the foot. He eased the shirt from his shoulders letting it pool on the floor. Terrwyn sat up and moved to the end of the bed, her legs folded beneath her. He stood there for her while she ran her hands over his chest and stomach. She noticed his scars right away and was surprised to see them. They must have been from past battles, maybe some from the war at the end of the Third Age, the one that took place while she was in Helm’s Deep as a child. It did not seem to bother him that she paid extra attention to the white raised flesh. He even seemed to wear them proudly, as if a rite of passage. It excited her to think of Feredir in the midst of battle. She had seen his anger and knew how dangerous he could be.

Now her fingers fumbled at the waistband of his leggings. There was a definite bulge and she could hardly wait to see what the material kept hidden. She took the ends of the laces in her fingers and glanced up at Feredir before going any further. His eyes were wild with desire, his lips parting in anticipation of what was to come. Terrwyn smiled and pulled the strings, then worked the rest of the laces loose. She folded the flaps of his leggings down and revealed a line of black fuzz that ran from his navel and beneath the cloth. Her hand reached out to feel the softness of it, compact in a straight line. The bulge beneath his pants jumped at her touch. She had to laugh at herself for it felt like unwrapping a gift that she’d waited so long for. This was the first time she was seeing Feredir and she wanted to relish every moment, every first sight, every first sensation. This was the elf she’d waited for.

Her hands slipped inside the material and slowly brought it down until his arousal was fully exposed. Terrwyn gasped for he was magnificently endowed. He was fully erect and beautiful to behold. She’d had many dreams of this moment, but he was beyond compare to anything she could have conjured in her mind. She licked her lips and looked up to see Feredir watching her, proud of himself for the reaction he caused. He reached for her face and brushed some loose hair behind her ear. Then he reached for her waist and the top of her skirt.

“Let’s get you out of that dress,” he whispered seductively and Terrwyn pushed down what was left of it. With the top ripped in half, the rest of the dress came off easily. Feredir grabbed the end of the skirt and pulled until it was in his hands. Then he threw it haphazardly across the room where it landed on the corner of the washstand. He took Terrwyn by her hand and made her stand from the bed. He leaned back slightly so he could observe her in all her naked glory. His heart raced as he looked upon her fair white skin, rounded hips and full breasts. She was absolutely everything he imagined.

For the first time, they could feel each other’s naked flesh without restriction. Feredir pulled her to him, her breasts pushing against his chest. His hardened cock pressed into her belly, pulsating and his hips ground against her. Their lips touched once more, this time with more greed. Terrwyn was on fire and her skin came alive wherever they made contact. She felt a yearning between her legs that she had never experienced in all her life. Her center ached and thrummed along with her heartbeat. Her blood raced through her veins. She did not feel quite herself and wondered what Feredir felt.

His hands had traveled down her back, coming to rest on her backside where he squeezed her rounded rump. He pulled her to him, crushing her against his body. Then he eased a hand to her front, feeling her moist curls, as red as the hair on her head. Terrwyn’s response was to lift one leg and wrap it around his thigh. She made his access easy and Feredir accepted the invitation. His fingers fondled her folds, but there was no reason to spread her moisture. She was already bathed in her own essence, her body ready to accept him. He slid an eager finger into her body, making her gasp.

Terrwyn was so close. She almost came when his fingers touched her. She could hardly stand up anymore. There was no more time to wait. “I want you now, Feredir.” Her words were hot against his neck. Then she sucked the skin into her mouth to further coax him to do her bidding.

Feredir wasted no more time and reached for her other thigh, lifting her off the ground so that she straddled his hips. He wanted her badly and could contain his carnal lust no longer. “You stir something deep within me, Terrwyn. I must warn you, I may not be a gentle lover.”

Terrwyn smiled a wicked grin. “I had hoped for such. Make love to me, Feredir. Give to me the one thing I have longed for. Show me the ways of the elves.”

With that, Feredir lifted her by the waist until he was at her entrance. Then he slid into her body with one thrust. Terrwyn yelled out as she adjusted to his girth. He touched every part of her, pushed so deep that he touched her innermost wall. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain to be filled so deep. Stars burst behind her closed eyes. She almost thought she could not handle the feel much longer when he finally backed out.

He moved them so that he was kneeling on the mattress of her bed, still holding her straddled to his waist and still buried within her. Feredir started thrusting again and this time she knew what to expect. Terrwyn wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him and moaning with every thrust, but he wanted to show her more. He wanted her to feel his power and make her trust him. Feredir unfurled her arms. “Lean back,” he demanded.

Terrwyn looked at him confused. “Trust me, I will not let you drop. Now lean back.” His hands grasped her high on her waist, just under her ribcage. Her muscles tensed as she leaned away from him, legs still wrapped around his hips. Her hands squeezed his arms, nails almost digging into his flesh. She looked terrified, the opposite affect he hoped this position would have. “You said you wanted to see the ways of the elves. Let me show you. Give yourself to me. Trust that I will not harm you.”

She started to relax. The only thing keeping her from falling onto the bed was Feredir’s firm hands on her waist. Then he started moving within her again. Terrwyn’s whole body became more nimble as he slid in and out of her wetness. She smiled at how magical this felt, as if she were falling or flying, which one she could not tell just yet. Feredir, kneeling on the bed and holding Terrwyn, pounded harder, deeper and faster. Terrwyn still had a firm grip on his arms. “Release your hands. Let yourself be free of fear and just feel me inside you.”

She slowly loosened her grip until she was no longer holding him. In this position, his deep thrusts did not hurt. As a matter of fact, they made her pant and moan as her orgasm overtook her. Feredir held her parallel to the bed, hanging in midair while he made love to her, sliding in and out, his own desire very close. His hips thrust forward at a quicker pace.

Terrwyn was in complete ecstasy. A smile formed on her face as she yelled with pleasure each time he plunged within her. She stretched out her arms as Feredir made her feel weightless hovering above the bed like this.

He looked down to watch her expression as she came. She was in complete bliss and Feredir smiled to himself just before he felt himself reach orgasm. Terrwyn shouted his name, almost laughing and in complete euphoria. The elf smiled as well, knowing he accomplished his ultimate goal. Then he let out a primal scream as his seed emptied into her. Again, he went deep until he was completely surrounded by her contracting muscles.

His cock pulsated within her body, touching parts that she never knew existed. Every inch of her screamed as she came. The intensity of it continued longer than she’d ever felt before. Suddenly, she was being pulled up to Feredir’s chest. She collapsed against him, burying her face in his neck, still moaning as her orgasm was not quite done. The strong elf lowered her to the bed, pulled from her body and came to rest at her side. Terrwyn turned to face him. He looked so peaceful at that moment with his eyes closed and his expression completely relaxed. There was even a slight smile still spread across his lips. He was truly magical, she thought and he made love like the elves. There was nothing Gondorian about this side of him.

He reached out and touched the side of her face. “Everything about you is so beautiful. When I am with you I feel like belong.”

“You do belong. You belong with me,” she said, eyes half closed, exhausted from their recent activity.

Feredir laughed quietly. “Sleep now, Naru.” He watched as she closed her eyes.

Almost completely asleep, Terrwyn spoke once more. “Feredir?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.” It was the last thing she whispered before she fell into her dream world, and the first time she had ever said that to someone.

Feredir did not answer her, but he wondered if he could had she been awake. He knew he was taking a chance by being with her. Their futures were so unstable, but for now, he knew there was nowhere else in the world he would rather be.
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