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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 40 - Here and Now

Feredir arrived at Master Curuven’s home and stood outside the door. Orthorien was still with him, but stopped as Feredir reached for the handle.

“You go on. I think I will take a reprieve somewhere else. You do not need me around to hinder this moment,” the older brother smiled. “She will want you all for herself.” He winked at Feredir.

The dark elf laughed. “Give me some time and I will come for you. Then we can think about what we will do with this new information.”

Orthorien nodded and bowed to his brother in a polite gesture before going off towards the center of town. Feredir turned the knob and entered the waiting area of the healing house. A familiar woman sat in a chair against the wall holding a baby in her arms. Her son, a boy of seven or eight, sat next to her, leaning his head against her side. He looked very pale and his eyes were half closed.

Feredir stopped and smiled at the woman. He remembered her now. She had been here before and the baby was crying. He whispered a soothing elvish prayer into the babe’s ear, calming the newborn. Now it seemed the older boy was not well, perhaps with fever.

“He has been like this for two days now. My own remedies do nothing to make him well,” she said to the elf.

“Master Curuven will help him,” Feredir reassured her and knelt down on one knee. He touched the boy’s forehead, which felt unusually warm. “Tis but a fever.”

The boy lifted his small head and looked at the black haired elf through hazy eyes. “Are you going to heal me like you did my baby sister?” he asked in his tiny voice.

“Oh, I did not heal her. I only soothed her to keep her from crying,” he answered.

“Will you do the same for me then?” the boy asked again.

Feredir looked to the mother who smiled warmly and nodded. Feredir took the boy’s hands in his and rubbed his thumbs against their small size. He then started to sing in a whisper and the boy smiled letting the elvish words swirl around his head. He closed his small eyes and leaned back against his mother once again. Soon he drifted off into a light sleep, all the while Feredir’s words soothing the boy.

The elf released the boy’s hands and placed them gently in his little lap. The mother smiled. “You are handy to have around,” she laughed. “You have a way with children.”

Feredir smiled, his silver eyes shining with a youthful light. “It is not magic, just a song my mother used to sing to me.” He remembered her singing this song many times after a day of teasing by the other youths. No matter how discouraged he became, his mother had always made sure he did not stay that way.

He bowed to the woman and entered the workroom beyond the door. Master Curuven and Limil were busy mixing this and that. A stack of fresh bandages waited to be put away. Empty bottles lined a bench, ready to for filling. Feredir knew this was for the soldiers at the borders where he had just come from.

Limil caught movement from the corner of her eye and smiled. “Feredir, so good to see you have returned and in good health. This was quite a battle.”

“Yes it was, Lady Limil, but we still outnumbered them. No deaths of our own were reported,” answered Feredir.

“No deaths, thank the Valar, but plenty of injuries. We started late last evening,” Curuven added. “Someone will be along shortly to retrieve a fresh supply.”

Feredir glanced back to the workroom door. “There is a mother with her children waiting and--.”

“I have it right here,” Limil interrupted. She held up a small vial with a pink liquid in it. “For the boy,” she smiled. “He will be better before the end of the day.” She hurried past Feredir and out of the door to deliver the cure for the fevered boy.

Feredir watched Curuven as he crushed some dried leaves. He poured them onto a piece of cloth and added dried berries, chopped roots and a stick of some sort. He gathered the corners and edges of the cloth, tying it with a string. Then he placed it in a basket with other cloth bundles. “Boil this into a tea and its fragrance is very soothing. The tea helps to alleviate pain,” he informed Feredir. Then he went back to his workbench to begin another remedy. The healer glanced at the elf from the corner of his eye. “I heard you and your brother captured an enemy and brought him to the city.”

“Yes,” Feredir nodded. “He talked, but not much, only a name.”

“Will it help?” Curuven asked, not looking up from his work.

“It might, but he is somewhere in Rhun. We know nothing else about him except that he was a slave at the time, running messages for his master. He knew about the land agreement,” Feredir answered dismally.

“Rhun, the elves have not been anywhere near there in many countless years,” Curuven answered.

“Easterlings, Haradrim, it is their last gathering place now and the place where I will find this slave,” Feredir replied. The determination in his voice was unmistakable. He remained standing, glancing around the work area. He was too polite to leave the Healer, but his mind was elsewhere.

Curuven knew what he thought and smiled. “She is not here at the moment. She is off with her new guard, gathering for me in her usual spot.” He felt Feredir slump emotionally, hoping to have a moment alone with his love.

Limil came back to the workroom and saw the young elf plop down in a chair next to the wooden table in the corner. She glanced over to her husband who returned his stare. He looked at Feredir, then rolled his eyes to look up, referring to the apartment upstairs. Now Limil understood the sadness in the room. Earlier she had brought a basket of wine, bread and fruit for her and Curuven. She smiled as a thought occurred to her and grabbed the basket. “You know, I think that new guard could use a reprieve,” she commented, gaining Feredir’s attention. “And I am sure Terrwyn could use a bite to eat. Here, take this.” She shoved the basket into Feredir’s hands. “She has not been the same since you left, and I see neither have you. There will be no sour faces in this place,” she smiled.

Feredir bowed and thanked the couple for their hospitality and for taking Terrwyn in while he was away. Limil shooed him out of the door. Then she went to Curuven. She wrapped her long arm around him and laid her head on his shoulder. “Do you remember what it was like, young love?” she asked dreamily.

“Remember?” he jested. “I still feel it every day, my sweet.” The Healer stopped what he was doing and drew her in for a long passionate kiss. Then he captured her eyes with a rousing stare. “Every day is like the first with you by my side.”

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The day was the warmest yet. Feredir looked up into the trees. Small buds formed at the ends of their branches. The awakening had begun. More forest creatures scurried about, finding their energy refreshed after a long winter’s nap. The birds of early spring were already picking places to nest. Only a few more weeks and winter would officially be over. It was a bittersweet time for Feredir. Though he always looked forward to the end of winter, this time he wished it would hold off a bit longer.

He needed to think. He needed to figure out what to do with this new information so that he could go back to his Captain with a solution or argue with him that this was the best. Right now, it seemed there was no other choice. Someone would have to go to Rhun and seek out this man named Mazzin. Of course, Feredir saw no one else doing this but him. He thought about that a moment. With his black hair and dark eyebrows, he could blend in better. Men of Harad covered their heads with heavy cloth and scarves. He could dress the part to help keep his identity a secret. He could sneak past their gates, blend in and find this man as quickly as possible. If only there was more information as to where he might find him.

During the dark days leading up to the Ring war, Rhun was inundated with orcs and evil men. It was the base for their stronghold. Afterwards, many orcs fled far or were killed. The Haradrim went back to Far Harad while the Easterlings fled back to Rhun. After the coronation of the new King Elessar, Harad was given an ultimatum. Live under the rule of Gondor or lose their land. Many battles broke out but the Haradrim could not stand up to such a powerful force. They were driven out of their land, unwilling to join with Gondor, and came to Rhun. They united with the Easterlings, dividing the land into smaller sections. The different tribes of Haradrim or Easterlings ruled these lands. Being that this man worked for the Haradrim, Feredir’s search was already cut in half. Now all he needed to do was find the tribe he belonged to. It all sounded easier said than done, but at least it was a start.

Feredir came upon the section of forest where he would find Terrwyn. His heart raced with excitement as he reached the top of a hill and saw her in the distance. She was kneeling, digging in the dirt. Her hair was tied back out of her face showing her beautiful features. It had been too long since he set his gaze upon her. How could he give her up to Rohan? How could he let men he did not know escort her to her home? It must be done though and it was all the more reason for him to find this slave. If he knew about the land trade, Feredir could bring him to Rohan and make him confess. If he could clear Terrwyn’s name, she would be free. Once she was free, he could . . . she could . . .

“What then?” he asked himself. Feredir shook these thoughts from his mind. There were too many ‘if’s’ standing in the way. One step at a time, he told himself.

The handsome dark elf sat his basket of food down and climbed a tree, making his way to the small platform where the guard watched Terrwyn. They nodded in a silent greeting and Feredir gestured to the other that he would take over now. The guard bowed in agreement and left through the trees, barely making a sound. All the while Terrwyn had no idea of the exchange.

Feredir watched her work for a while. She wore a brown skirt and a creamy white shirt, cinched at the waist, long sleeves, an outfit made for working in the garden. She seemed particularly determined to dig up a specific plant, but it was giving her a hard time. He smiled and thought back to the beginning when he would irritate her from his high perch, when she got too close to the edge and they both fell. That was the first time he realized he had felt something towards her. He had captured her with his silver eyes and she did not look away. Most women did the first time, but not Terrwyn. Her eyes had shone just as bright as his. It was he who felt he should look away that time, as if he were encroaching upon something forbidden. At the time, she was forbidden and in a way she still was. She was still a ward of the city and he was still her guard. However, the rules had been broken . . . many times as a matter of fact. The thought heated his blood, sending it to parts of his body that reacted instantly. His body warmed as it tingled with excitement. Not yet, he thought to himself. He wanted to tease her a bit.

“Shouldn’t you move on to something easier, Lag?” he said, disguising his voice and trying not to laugh.

Terrwyn, who never had any issues with this guard, was suddenly stunned by his comment. She sat back on her heals and looked up into the tree. She could not see him very well. He was not in plain sight.

“What did you just call me?” she asked accusingly.

“You heard me. Move along. You are wasting your time prodding at that old plant and we don’t have all day,” he answered in the same low voice. He watched as Terrwyn regarded him with narrowed eyes. As soon as she turned back to her work, he added. “Lag.”

Terrwyn put down her trowel, took off her gloves and stood to face the rude elf. “How dare you refer to me as such. I have already had to endure this kind of slanderous abuse once. I will not hear it anymore.”

“Is that so? Well maybe I will stop if you do something for me.”

Terrwyn was baffled. This elf had been her guard for the past two weeks and not once had he behaved like a lout. This was her first time out alone with him though. Maybe he was waiting for this sort of an opportunity. “Do not finish that thought or I will report you to your Captain.”

“That will do you no good. It is the Captain that has allowed me to be here now as well as the Master Healer.” Feredir almost could not keep up the travesty, but this was too much fun. He always did like bantering with her.

“Look here you brute, I may be here under the orders of your laws, but--.” Terrwyn jabbered away, not paying attention to the fact that the elf had moved down the tree. Someone had left a grey cloak on the platform and Feredir put it on, covering his head with the hood. He made his way to the ground, letting Terrwyn continue her threats. Suddenly she was aware that the guard was on the ground and walking towards her. She immediately stopped her incessant babbling and began taking steps backwards away from this fiend. He laughed in a low growl not sounding like himself. Terrwyn started to think that this guard was not who he had seemed all this time.

With every one of his steps, Terrwyn backed up by two. He was still closing in on her and when her back thumped up against a tree, she knew there was nowhere to run.

He continued his slow deliberate prowl towards her. Finally, not knowing what else to do she yelled out. “Stop. Don’t come any closer. I do not want this . . . or you. I . . . I am spoken for.”

Feredir stopped his pursuit. “Is that so? And who has claimed you for his own?”

Terrwyn knew better than to give a name. Though certain people supported this relationship, they were still breaking some very important rules between guard and ward. “He is someone much stronger than you, much more handsome. His skills are well known and if he knew you acted inappropriately towards me, you would not live to see tomorrow.”

Feredir, still hidden beneath the cloak, tilted his head in question. “More handsome you say, just how much more?”

Terrwyn crinkled her brow, confused by his line of questioning, but not in a position to argue. “Much, much more.”

“And have you kissed him?”

Terrwyn was feeling rather uncomfortable. “I do not have to answ--.”

“Have you kissed him?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she answered angrily. Then she thought she better be convincing. “Yes, we have kissed and he sets me alight.”

Feredir hardened beneath the cloak. This whole situation seemed wrong, but it felt so good. “And did you give yourself to him?” His voice became very slow and seductive, making Terrwyn think deeply about his questions. “Did you lie beneath him, writhing in rhythm, moaning his name while he took you to the height of ecstasy?”

Terrwyn swallowed hard. Yes, she did. She did all of those things, but her mouth was too dry to form the words to answer him.

“And my guess is that he knows about that little birthmark just above the dimple on your left hip,” he said.

Terrwyn regarded him questioningly at the mention of her birthmark. “How would you know about--?”

Feredir finally lowered the hood of his cloak, revealing himself to her. Terrwyn didn’t know whether to be happy to see him or angry at him for his deceit. “You bastard,” she shouted as a smile escaped her lips.
He smiled and laughed, but his mood quickly turned serious as his eyes darkened with lust. “I want you . . . now,” he demanded.

Terrwyn gasped at his forwardness. “Not here. Not now.” She tried to sound annoyed, but the tone in her voice deceived her. She wanted him just as badly.

Feredir’s silver eyes shaded to a deeper grey as he could no longer control his hunger for her. “Oh yes, here and now. It has been far too long.”

Terrwyn could not keep up her façade another moment and pushed away from the tree, throwing herself into his arms. They locked eyes then kissed, mouths plundering upon each other. He picked her up off the ground and spun her around. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist as her hands buried into his hair. She felt his hardness against her center and moaned.

Feredir pushed her up against the tree, using it for leverage as he let her rub against his body. He carried her to a low moss covered wall, the last remnants of an ancient city, and sat her on top. His hands proceeded to move up her legs and to the inside of her thighs, pushing the skirt up and her legs apart as he went. Then he got to his knees and kissed along the same path that his hands had just traveled until he reached her center. His tongue darted out, licking her, lapping at her folds.

She threw her head back, her fingers wrapping around his black hair, soft and thick. Her moans told him she was ready for him and he stood up, unlaced his leggings and set his thick cock free of its confines. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to the edge of the wall. The height was just perfect and he looked at her with lust and rousing desire. Feredir watched her face as he plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt in one swift movement.

Terrwyn gasped as he invaded her body, something she felt she’d never get used to. It was always so sudden and he filled every part of her until he touched her deep against her inner most wall. He pulled from her, but not completely, captured her mouth and thrust into her again. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging deep into his back. Had he been shirtless, she would have left welts across his skin.

Feredir continued this way with her, slowly moving out and then driving into her deep, fast and hard until her inner muscles squeezed him tight. She yelled his name and it echoed through the trees. A pair of doves burst into flight, their wings snapping in the air. The world around them disappeared as they reached the climax of their gratifying rapture. It spread between their bodies, seeming to pass from one being to the other. Then Terrwyn collapsed against his chest. Feredir buried his face in her hair, kissing the top of her head. “Ai, Naru you will undo me every time.”

After a brief rest, they straightened and dressed. The elf led Terrwyn to a comfortable spot on the soft ground and brought her the basket. He sat next to her and she nuzzled in against his side. Feredir kissed her forehead and smiled. Then he pulled out the bottle of wine and bread. He poured the wine, gave her a glass and watched her lips as they delicately touched the glass. Right now, everything seemed as it should be. Right now, they were happy and Terrwyn was content, but this was right now and soon it would change.

Feredir reached out and tucked a loose hair behind her ear. “What will happen when your people come for you?” he asked. He did not want to think about it, but it seemed unavoidable.

Terrwyn swirled the wine around in her glass, watching how it stained the inside to a pale pink. “Well, there will be no less than four men. They know the road is still a danger and there is safety in numbers.”

Feredir’s brow creased. “Four men and one woman, I do not like those odds.” He sat silently a moment. “What will happen to you then?”

“Most likely my hands will be bound. I will ride with one of them. We will travel at a decent pace, not in a hurry, but fast enough. Once I get to Rohan, I will probably be placed in a cell where I will await my--.” She could not tell him that she would undoubtedly be executed and that her tribunal was only to determine the way it should be carried out.

“I cannot stand the thought of you behind bars in a damp dark cell,” he whispered. His tone was one of concern. “Sometimes I do not understand the ways of Men, that they would treat their women like this, criminal or not.”

“You do not understand the Rohirrim. They have the utmost respect for their women. The fact that they are allowing me a hearing proves that. Had it been a man, he would have been beaten and hung within a matter of hours.” Terrwyn gave Feredir a slightly angered look. “Do not judge my people. They are my kin and my blood is the same as theirs. They are only following their laws.”

“If that is so, then why did you run away? Why not stay and defend yourself?” Feredir countered.

“Because if something happens to me, my brother will never be found. I am all he has, Feredir. I know he lives. I feel it deep within my soul.” She sat up, leaning away and turning her back to him. “I should have never stayed so long in Minas Tirith. I should have moved along, left the city and set out to find Hathmund, but I was distracted.”

Feredir thought about what little she had told him about her brother. He knew Hathmund was taken at a young age by the Haradrim. Other than that, he did not know much about him. “Tell me about him,” Feredir said as he reached out to touch her back, running his fingers along her spine. “You have not said much about him, but I would like to know. What did he look like? Who was he?”

She couldn’t remember the last time she spoke of Hathmund in depth. Terrwyn smiled as she remembered him. “He was the best brother anyone could ever have. He always cared for me, making sure I never went without. When our mother fell into despair, Hathmund became my caretaker. When she sent us away to live with another family, Hathmund watched over me. More than anything, he wanted to follow in our father’s footsteps and become a Rohirric soldier, but he would not leave me. Even after he took a job as a message runner, he always came home . . . until one day he just didn’t.” Her words faded into the wind as she remembered that time, finding her mother’s body and seeing evidence of Hathmund’s kidnapping.

Feredir never realized how alike they were, both suffering difficulties since they were young. Their pasts had shaped them, made them the determined people they were now. He knew how much it meant to her to find her brother, or at least to know what happened. “Where do you think they took him?” he asked.

“Somewhere past the Sea of Rhûn would be my guess. That is where slaves are said to be taken. Why do you ask?”

“Terrwyn, there is something I must tell you,” he started. Then he told her about the outbreak at the borders and the two men who broke through. He told her about the capture of one and Glandur’s interrogation. Then he told her about the only link to her case that might be of any help.

“And this man is in Rhûn?” she asked.

Feredir got to his feet, bringing Terrwyn with him. He held her face in his hands and gazed into her green eyes. He had never been so sure of something before, the answer coming to him clearly. “I am going to request to go to Rhûn. I want to be the one to find this man.”

She looked at him, terrified. “You cannot do this. It would be suicide to go into that land. They are brutal and savage, bloodthirsty men.”

“Do you have no faith in me? I am one of Ithilien’s best soldiers,” he said proudly. “I did not get that way by avoiding risks and playing the coward.”

Terrwyn shook her head. “This is not a game. These are very dangerous men and you are but one elf. If anything should happen to you . . .”

“If I don’t do this something could happen to you, and I cannot live with that.” He looked her deep in the eyes. “You cannot hide the truth from me, Terrwyn. I know that going back to Rohan means your death. You will not come out and say it, but I understand the workings. Hearing or no, you will be put to death and if that happens I will--.” Feredir stopped from telling her what he feared would happen to him, to fade and die of a broken heart. “My mind is made up, Naru. I am going and I will go against my Captain’s orders if I must.”

“You, Feredir, are a stubborn foolish elf and will be slain by your own arrogance,” she said sternly. Terrwyn glared at him, and then poked him in the chest with her slender finger. “Well then, let us be on our way. Captain Glandur will want to hear your latest idea. I am sure he will not agree and I just might take his side in this matter,” she complained.

Feredir grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to him. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” He forcibly ravaged her neck with wanton kisses.

She allowed him to seduce her and it might have worked had she herself not been so headstrong. “You will not alter my thoughts on this, though I will enjoy your persistent attempt to do so.” Before she knew what was happening, Feredir swept her off her feet and carried her back to their soft leaf littered nest on the forest floor where he tried repeatedly to change her mind, but this time not with words.
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