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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 42 - What is Proper?

Soon after plans were made for Feredir to take Terrwyn to Rohan and then secretly enter into the land of Rhûn, they began setting things in motion. Legolas wrote to King Eomer, carefully explaining their reasons for escorting the prisoner without sounding as if they were getting too involved. This was still a matter of Rohirrim law and did not involve Ithilien. After a while, the Prince received correspondence from Eomer of his approval for the elf to bring Terrwyn saving his men the trip.

Glandur and some of his officers studied the Haradrim, their customs and clothing. Tailors produced outfits matching the descriptions given to them. The elves would wear these upon entering into Rhûn. They would have to know exactly how to wear all the different layers and make sure the colors were correct for whatever position they were portraying, the more colorful the clothes, the higher their rank. The elves would disguise themselves as simple civilians so their clothes would be very drab with little color.

In the meantime, Terrwyn went on normally working for Master Curuven and learning as much from him as she could. She did not know if she would ever use any of this knowledge with where she was going, but it kept her mind off her worries.

Limil talked with her often trying to relieve her anxiety. Many times, when Terrwyn was taking a break from her work, the healer’s wife would catch the young woman holding the little wooden butterfly and rubbing its wings while staring into the distance. The elleth would leave her alone with her thoughts at times like this. It was obvious that Terrwyn was trying to work through her difficulties on her own. There was nothing Limil could say or do to change the woman’s thoughts.

Terrwyn was working in the garden, preparing it for the new spring growth when she heard voices coming up a path that ran along behind the row of houses. She stood up and peered out over the hedges. A group of Ithilien guard came up the pathway. Her heart pounded loudly as she recognized one very tall, very handsome soldier. Feredir had gone back to the borders with his troop shortly after their meeting with Glandur. He had been gone for a few weeks and was just now returning with the rest of his troops.

She watched him as he smiled and laughed with his friend Horphen. He was dressed in his uniform, black and silver with simple armor covering his chest. Strapped to his back was his bow and his sword hung at his side. In his right hand, he carried his silver helm. His left hand made different sharp gestures as he and his friend reminisced about their recent adventures. All the elves together looked very intimidating, but none stood out more than Feredir. It was not his height or the color of his jet black hair that made him stand out, but the way he carried himself. He was a very proud elf and it showed with every step he took. Terrwyn longed to see him in action, muscles taught and fury in his eyes. What a magnificently powerful creature he must look as he battled his enemies. The thought made Terrwyn’s body warm.

While watching Feredir with his troops, she noticed how he suddenly seemed to stop listening to his friend as he tilted his head up, sniffing the air. Instantly his eyes shifted and he became aware of Terrwyn out in the garden. His lips moved as if answering his friend, but his sight did not leave her. He had known she was there before he even saw her.

Terrwyn did not want to make a scene and only allowed a slight smile. She placed her hand to the side of her face, only lifting a finger as a wave. Now his attention was completely diverted to her and he did not answer his friend. After a few attempts to get Feredir’s attention, Horphen followed the dark elf’s gaze. Terrwyn giggled to herself and immediately ducked down behind the bushes. She picked up her gardening tools and rushed into the house. Feredir would be coming soon, but first he would have to report with his troops.

Horphen’s eyes only caught a few tendrils of red flame before it disappeared into the house. He smiled as he watched Feredir straining his neck to see over the bushes. “That’s her isn’t it?” he asked to gain Feredir’s attention.

Feredir did not speak to anyone about Terrwyn. He liked things as they were, private. Only a few knew of their new relationship. Even his friend Horphen knew nothing of the Rohirrim woman. He paused before answering his friend. “I am not sure I know what you are talking about.”

“Feredir, do not think I have not seen the look in your eyes lately. You can deny it all you want, but I know your secret. You have found someone. So fess up, who is she and have you asked to court her yet?” Horphen was quite straightforward with his questions.

“It is difficult right now. If you must know, yes I have met someone, but I’m afraid that is all you will get out of me,” Feredir said stubbornly.

Horphen thought a moment. “Oh, so you are not in a courtship. Going behind her family’s back now are you?” he jested.

“I would do no such thing.” Feredir took offence to his questioning. “Actually, she has no family so there is no one to ask permission.” Feredir stopped walking and put a brotherly hand on Horphen’s shoulder. “I am sorry, but I do not want to speak of this right now. There are . . . complications and we have decided to keep things quiet for now. I do hope you understand and can forgive me.” Feredir could not say anything because of the upcoming plans to transport Terrwyn to Rohan. He did not want everyone knowing that he and Terrwyn were in love. It would only complicate things. “Hopefully, everything will turn out for the better and one day you will meet her.”

Horphen laughed and shook his head. He waited until the last of the troops passed before confessing something to his friend. “Do not play me for the fool, my friend. You cannot deceive one of Ithilien’s best scouts. I have watched and heard things. Everyone else may be blind to what is going on, but this is what I have trained for my whole life. I know you have fallen for the Rohirrim girl.” Feredir put his hand up to protest but Horphen made him back down. “It is alright. No one else even speaks of such things. There have been more important matters at hand lately. You are my best friend, Feredir and I see a change in you and not just your desire to go back to the borders. I also understand why you feel this way towards her.” Horphen gestured towards the hedges where he had seen a glimpse of Terrwyn before she disappeared into the Healer’s house. “She is very beautiful and only the best will do for you my friend.”

Feredir allowed a small curl of a smile and shook his head. “I never could keep anything from you. Ai, why did I pick you as my battle partner?” he said jokingly.

“Because you needed a conscience. Without me you would be in trouble with the Captain every week,” Horphen answered. “Now tell me why this must be kept so secret?”

Feredir could not tell him the real reason, but he could tell him half. “As you know, I was her guard and it is against the rules to become . . . involved with a prisoner, but there is something about her that draws me to her, makes me want to protect her from her complications. There is more, but I’m afraid I really cannot speak of it.”

“Don’t compromise your position for me. I just wanted to know that I was not seeing or hearing things. I think you are coming into your own lately. It’s nice seeing this side of you,” Horphen teased.

“I have not changed so much that I will not stick you with one of my arrows for prying,” Feredir returned.

Horphen raised his hands in the air. “I give up. Don’t shoot.”

The two friends laughed and caught up to the others as they made their way to the guard headquarters.

* * *

Terrwyn straightened up her hair and threw on a new dress knowing that Feredir was coming to visit. Still, she did not want to look overly anxious, so she took the stairs down to the workroom and began labeling bottles, her normal work. It seemed like forever as she waited for her elf to arrive and she began to worry if there was some other matter to attend to when she was suddenly grabbed by the waist and lifted from her feet.

“How do you do that?” she gasped.

“Do what?” Feredir answered.

“How do you get so close without making a sound?”

He buried his face in her neck. “Maybe it is not that my steps are silent, but that you are not listening.” His breath washed across her delicate skin before she turned in his arms.

“I have missed you terribly.” Terrwyn threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Ai Naru, I have missed so many things about you also. Let me start by showing you what I missed most.” His hands traveled under her shirt, brushing against her warm skin.

Terrwyn was glad she was not the only one who was excited about this reunion, but she was not ready to give in to his charms so easily. She grabbed his arms and pushed his hands down as they got dangerously close to her breasts. “You should have more self-control. What if we are not alone?”

“I checked and no one is here,” he growled in her ear. Feredir was making it very difficult to resist him.

“And what if Master Curuven and his wife are on their way right now?” She was trying to push him away, but Feredir was overpowering her.

“Then let them learn something from the youth of the Fourth Age. Do you think they have ever tried--,” and he whispered something tantalizing into her ear.

Terrwyn leaned back and slapped him playfully on the arm. “You are incorrigible aren’t you?” She escaped his hold and drew herself up straight as if to challenge him. “Now, I have never properly been courted before, but I know this is not how an interested ellon should behave upon returning from the borders. Do you think I have just been sitting here day after day waiting for you to come and sweep me off my feet?”

Feredir’s face stiffened. “Of course I don’t think that. You work very hard for the Master Healer.” As he spoke, he was once again holding her by the waist, silver eyes gleaming with tempestuous yearning. “But I can almost be certain that you lie in your bed at night and think of me touching you, making you writhe beneath me as I press into you.”

Terrwyn closed her eyes and let his seductive words carry her away, forgetting that she was trying to teach him patience.

“So do you want me to be proper or do you want me to take you upstairs and make all your fervent dreams come true?” he asked.

Terrwyn felt as if she were under some lustful spell and allowed Feredir to carry her up the stairs. He pushed her bedroom door open with his foot and stepped inside, closing it the same way. He lowered her to the bed, never taking his eyes from her and crawled onto her body. His lips brushed across her slowly one way and then the next. Pausing, he searched her eyes and found that she was lost to his seduction. Feredir smiled at how easy it was to persuade her to do his bidding, at least when it came to matters behind the bedroom door. He continued kissing her along her jaw and down her neck, coming to her cleavage, which was heaving with her rapid breaths.

“Do you still want me to behave like a nice and proper elf?” he teased.

Terrwyn laughed. “Never, I want you just the way you are.”

“Good,” he answered and stood up. They each undressed quickly and Feredir stood at the end of the bed. Terrwyn was lying back on the pillows, ready for him to come to her. He made a gesture for her to come to him instead, his half-closed bedroom eyes wantonly speaking to her. She obeyed his commands and joined him, kneeling on the bed.

“Turn around,” he whispered gently and she did. Then Feredir pulled her to him, his hardened length pressing into the small of her back. “Just do as I show you.” He nibbled on her shoulder and she sighed, glad to have him back in her bed.

Feredir gave her a little push, gesturing for her to lean forward. Now she was on hands and knees. He wrapped his long fingers around her waist and pulled her to him again. Then he entered her, her warmth sheathing him. He put a foot onto the bed and began his rhythm, slowly at first, then quickening his strokes. Terrwyn’s back arched as he rubbed her in places she did not know existed before. Feredir’s hand left her waist and went in search of her pleasurable center. He flicked and teased with his fingers until she was almost singing. Then he started thrusting fast and deep, watching her body violently jolt forward every time he drove into her body. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around his painfully hard member and they found release simultaneously.

Short of breath and unable to hold herself up, Terrwyn’s arms and legs shook. Feredir did not want to leave the comfort of her body just yet, but he gently pulled from her and climbed onto the bed. Then he brought her down to lay next to him, facing each other and her head buried into his chest. “I am not done with you yet, but we will continue this later. I have a surprise for you.”

Terrwyn lifted her head to look at him. “What kind of a surprise?”

“Well, it will not be long before we must leave and I want to take you somewhere. I want you to accompany me as is ‘proper’ and not in secret,” he said smiling.

“You mean not as guard and prisoner, but as a real couple?” she said excitedly. Then she asked him skeptically. “What has made you change your mind? I thought we were breaking rules.”

Feredir smiled. “We are, but I do not care anymore. These are our last days her in Ithilien and I want to be with you as we should be. And besides, I want you to meet someone. If not for her, we may not be here right now.”

“Oh, is that so?” Terrwyn answered with a raised eyebrow.

“Relax, Naru, she is a friend and I wish to see her before we leave. I also wish for her to meet you and see how much I love you, and tell her she was right.”

Terrwyn looked at him curiously, but was happy to see something of Ithilien besides Master Curuven’s house.

* * *

Later that day, Limil and Curuven came to Terrwyn, the elleth holding a box in her long arms. She handed it to the woman.

“What is this?” Terrwyn asked.

“We wanted you to have something of your own and thought you might like to wear this tonight,” Limil sang as she handed Terrwyn the box.

The young woman excitedly opened the box to reveal a beautiful peach dress with pearls sewn onto the neckline. Terrwyn gasped as she brought it out of the box and admired it. “Oh, it is absolutely gorgeous.” She was smiling from ear to ear. “But how did you know about tonight?”

“My dear, it was Limil and I that helped make it possible. We spoke to the Captain and he agreed that we should give you at least this one night to feel like a princess instead of a prisoner,” Curuven told her. “We only wish things could be different and you did not have to leave us.”

“So do I Master Curuven, but I will hold out hope that this is not the end. I hope to return to Ithilien someday.”

Limil interrupted. “Well, enough of these thoughts. You have a special engagement with a very handsome Ithilien guard and there is not much time left. I have had a bath drawn for you, filled with my favorite flower petals and scents. Go and enjoy some time for yourself and be ready by sunset. Feredir will be here then to escort you around Ithilien.”

Terrwyn hugged Limil and Curuven. “You have ever been gracious to me. I am very lucky to have gotten to work with you and know you better. Thank you for all you have done.”

“You are very welcome,” Limil said with a warm smile. “Now hurry before the water turns cold.”

* * *

Terrwyn sat nervously in the living room of the upstairs house. Limil had insisted that Feredir come for her there and not in the workroom or the patient waiting room. The dress was a perfect fit with its cinched waist and long flowing skirt and sleeves. The color looked very beautiful on her making her hair shine bright. She twisted the long pieces of hair that framed her face into curls that bounced when she walked. Terrwyn really did feel special tonight, which may have been the reason she felt so nervous. Why she felt this way she did not know. She knew Feredir quite well, but tonight seemed different.

Finally, Feredir arrived to escort her around the city. Upon first sight of her, his eyes danced and sparkled in the candlelit room. “I have never seen you look more radiant than you do right now, Naru,” he said, holding his arm out for her to take. He politely kissed her cheek and Terrwyn blushed.

“So is this what it is like to be courted?” she asked as he led her from the healing house.

“Well, I have never courted anyone either, Naru, so I would say this is very close to the stories I have heard, though usually the courting couple has not done all the things we have already.” Feredir winked at her.

They walked along the city streets, busy with the end of the day shoppers dashing in and out of different shops. It seemed to Terrwyn that Ithilien was always alive with people coming and going. It was a well-rounded city. Plants and trees intermingled with carved stone. The movement of water in its many fountains kept it from ever being completely silent. Life and the activities that came along with it were what made Ithilien an ever-growing city. Minas Tirith was much bigger with more residents, but it always felt a little confining to Terrwyn. Where Minas Tirith was a city that grew upwards towards the sky, Ithilien was a city that grew outwards, spreading along the lands and making everything beautiful once more.

“So where are you taking me?” Terrwyn asked after they turned down one of the many cobblestone streets.

“I must warn you, this is not exactly the most highly classed place in Ithilien, but it is one of the oldest establishments. It was my home away from home for many years, a place to meet with friends and catch up.”

Terrwyn looked at him curiously. “And dance with all the pretty maidens too I assume.”

Feredir smiled awkwardly. “I guess you could say that.”

“It is alright you know. We have both had experiences along the way, though something tells me you have had quite a few more than I have.” Terrwyn saw a tinge of pink on his cheeks and enjoyed making him flustered. It was not an easy thing to do to an elf like Feredir. “I will enjoy seeing where it was that you went when Master Curuven sent you away while I worked.”

Eventually they made their way to the tavern. It was set in amongst other buildings, all lined up one next to the other. It was a white two story building with black trim around the doors and windows and outlining the corners. A black oval sign hung out over the sidewalk, golden letters carved into it. Feredir stopped and observed the place before taking Terrwyn inside.

“Something is not right here. The place looks . . . it looks too nice, as if it has been painted and fixed up,” he said with suspicion.

“And that is a bad thing?” Terrwyn joked. “Though I will admit, for being the oldest place in Ithilien, it looks rather inviting.”

“That’s just it; it’s not supposed to look inviting. The Hallowed Leg is one of those places where you stop and think before you enter.”

“And this is where you have decided to take me tonight?” Terrwyn was a little disturbed by the thought. Besides, she did not get all dressed up just to go to some heathen bar.

Feredir took her hand in his and kissed it. “We will not stay.”

They entered the bar and were surprised to find it to be a respectable pub, clean and newly painted. Everything looked the same, just shinier.

“What has happened here?” Feredir whispered with disappointment.

Terrwyn smiled. “It is not as bad as you made it out to be. It is actually rather charming, in a . . . barbaric kind of way.” She noticed the giant bull’s head hanging on the wall, a big hook sticking out of its nose.

Feredir looked to his right, where Terrwyn was looking. “Oh that,” he laughed. “That would be Ol’ Barli. He was a gift from the men of Bree. When they heard that this place withstood the war and was being refurbished, the owner of their local tavern took it down from his own walls and sent it here. Barliman was his name, a friend of the owner here, some kind of distant cousins I believe. That’s where the bull gets its name, Barli.” Feredir led her to the area where Ol’ Barli hung. “Don’t tell me you do not have a place like this in Rohan. All men need a place to go to rid themselves of the days hardships.”

“Why yes, we do have such places, but they are no place that any lady would be seen. They are for the men only,” answered Terrwyn, still studying the bull’s head, its black beady eyes staring off into the distance.

“What, no women to try and woo into a dance?” he asked playfully. Just then, a fiddler duo began playing a lively tune. Feredir smiled. “Speaking of which, would my lady care for a dance?”

Terrwyn played the part and curtsied, then let her handsome elf lead her to the dance floor. Instantly, he twirled her around while holding her by the waist. She laughed and smiled as he made her feel as if she were floating. Feredir watched the joy light up her face. He had never seen her so happy and carefree. Other couples joined in, dancing to the lively tune.

When the song ended, the patrons clapped and left to find refreshment. Feredir and Terrwyn found a small table in a quiet corner. “Stay here and I will bring us some wine. I happen to know where they keep their finest,” he told her with a wink.

Terrwyn smiled and nodded, watching the way he walked across the barroom floor. He looked particularly handsome tonight in his black trousers and grey shirt with the vine pattern embroidered on the sleeves and down the front. He looked very elvish, more so than usual and she wondered why. He stepped up to the bar and a man with short brown hair and a trimmed mustache rushed up to take his order. Feredir said something to the man, who nodded and went off to a door behind the bar. It must have led to a backroom or an office of some sort. The man with the short hair came back and spoke to Feredir. Then he busied himself by bringing out a bottle of wine and two glasses. As he poured, the door to the office opened and out stepped the most beautiful and exotic woman Terrwyn had ever seen. She had olive skin, flawless it seemed, and long black hair. She wore a red blouse that laced up the front like a corset. The sleeves were puffy and hung off her shoulders. She was very busty also, something very noticeable as they seemed to barely fit inside her shirt.

Terrwyn watched as she smiled wide and mouthed Feredir’s name. When she came out from behind the bar, she trotted over to Feredir, breasts bouncing along with her, and hugged him. Instantly, Terrwyn’s jealousy began to bubble just below the surface. This woman was absolutely gorgeous and her arms were around Feredir, not exactly Terrwyn’s idea of a first outing with the elf she loved.

The two ‘old friends’ talked for a moment while Terrwyn waited. At least he could have brought the wine over first so she’d have something to do with her hands besides crack her knuckles. Now Terrwyn noticed the rest of her outfit, skin tight black leggings with a gold scarf tied around her midriff. This woman was very shapely, big breasts, thin waist and curvaceous hips that swayed most erotically as she walked. Terrwyn glanced down at her own body. Her breasts were normal for her thin build, but they did not look as tantalizing as this woman did. Terrwyn’s skin, though soft and smooth, looked pasty compared to the woman’s dark exotic golden hue. And though the young Rohirric woman was slim, she did not possess the curves that this beauty did. Had Feredir been involved with her, she wondered? And if so, why would he choose a pitiful thin pale girl like herself when he could have this vixen?

“Oh no,” she said to herself in a hushed panicked voice. “He is bringing her over here.”

Feredir approached Terrwyn, holding his hand out to her and helping her to stand. Then he kissed her lightly, but lovingly. Terrwyn was relieved to see his eyes still held that familiar sparkle as he looked at her. Her jealousy subsided somewhat, knowing that Feredir was not affected by the beautiful dark toned woman.

“Terrwyn, I would like you to meet Feona.” He held his hand out gesturing to the new woman. “Feona, this is Terrwyn.” The way he said her name sounded like a song and it swirled around in the air above her head. In that moment, Terrwyn felt her confidence return and knew that he still only had eyes for her.

She extended her hand to Feona. “It is nice to meet you.”

“And it is very nice to finally meet you too, Terrwyn,” Feona said with an unusual accent.

Even her voice was sexy, Terrwyn thought, as her R’s rolled off her tongue. There was not a man alive that could not resist falling for this beauty.

“Feona is a bartender here and has just informed me that she is now part owner of the tavern,” Feredir informed. “I must admit, I never thought I would see the day when old Marsden would give up his ownership. He has owned this place for as long as I can remember.”

“Yes,” Feona replied. “Marsden has made his fortune off this place, but he was growing tired and longed to move back to Minas Tirith with his family. He sold the bar.”

Feredir seemed surprised by this bit of information. “Well, if you are only part owner, then who owns the other half?”

Feona looked around the tavern until she spotted who she was searching for. “There he is now.” She waved to someone at the other end of the pub. “Antien, come here and meet a very dear friend of mine and his lovely new lady.”

Out of the shadows walked a male figure, tall and lithe, dark hair and glowing skin. As soon as he came into view, Terrwyn gasped, her mouth hanging agape. Feredir heard her reaction and turned to find that she had gone quite pale. “What is it, Naru? Are you alright?” he asked concerned by her reaction. She wobbled slightly and Feredir took her arm to steady her. “Terrwyn?”

“It is him,” she whispered in astonishment.
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