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A liaison in the Great Greenwood	By : Azukiel Category: +Third Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 7953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The chill that clung to the air made Haldir shiver as he slowly began taking off his armour, his body stiff and worn from battle. He had not realised the state of damage done to his body till he stood before his mirror, half naked in his marblesque form, bruises and abrasions littered over his skin.

His back and abdomen ached as he tried to bend down to undo his grieves, albeit unsuccessfully. Sighing, he pulled himself up once more, leaning against a nearby chair for support. He felt so weary he could have collapsed onto the floor and slept there as is.

   "Does the March Warden of Lorien need some assistance removing his attire?" Came a sweet-as-honey voice from behind him. Snapping his head up he looked into the mirror, the feminine shadow of someone now stood close behind him. 'So, Glorfindel kept his promise after all...' He thought to himself as he turned his head back to look at the figure, still somewhat surprised at her presence.

   "Some assistance would be welcomed..." He replied nervously. "But you do not need to trouble yourself with me."
   “Oh but I do.” She replied smoothly as she came into the firelight, her cocoa curls flowing down her shoulders. She was indeed a pretty thing; pale of skin with glistening violet eyes, a jacket of wools and furs wrapped around her voluptuous body. “You are hurt, Lord Haldir, and I am a healer so I must take good care of you.” She ran her fingertips tantalisingly down his arm from his shoulder to his wrist as she looked up to him, gazing at him through the mirror before them.

   Before he had the chance to protest, the elleth placed a lithe finger upon his lips to quieten him. Still watching him through the mirror, she bent down to take off his grieves and his boots, he standing silently, unsure of how to react.
   Slowly she began to stand once more after having completed her previous task, her hands moving to his waist tenderly so that she could begin to untie his leggings. Almost by instinct, he caught her wrist to stop her, a boyish fear playing in his eyes. He had never been undressed by the fairer sex before, let alone touched by one in such a seductive manner.

   She stared at him through the mirror then, her hands still upon the ties of his leggings as he stared back at her, frozen to the spot. Yet eventually, though hesitantly, he let her wrist go and allowed her to complete her task. He knew why she was sent there, that she had one goal in mind. He had nothing to lose, so he thought, except perhaps his virginity. She indeed was utterly ravishing.

   As she pulled down his leggings, and much to his own shock, his member sprung up out of its entrapments, ready for whatever she had in mind for him. He blushed furiously and looked away from her in utter embarrassment, and she chuckled so sweetly he felt like he would melt. Tracing her nails over his now bare buttocks, she stood once more. “Let us bathe together, March Warden.”

   A servant had prepared a bath for him before he had returned, yet he assumed that it had probably turned cold by then. Gulping down the lump that had clammed in his throat, Haldir gave a simple nod of agreement.
The elleth motioned for him to enter first and so he did, surprised that the water was still relatively warm. It soothed him immensely.

   His member stiffened almost painfully when she let the jacket she had been wearing slip off her body, revealing purely naked skin underneath. A slight gasp escaped from his lips, and his heart began to race within his chest, threatening to cleave itself out. He had not really known what to expect in regards to naked flesh of the female kind, yet now he was immensely aroused and bewitched, still much to his own surprise.

   Entering the bath, the elleth sat facing him, sinking into the water just enough for it to ripple beneath her taut buds. The March Warden had not realised he was chewing his bottom lip when she began to trace her foot up along the inside of his thigh.
“Ahhh, I see you are welcoming this!” She grinned when she felt his stiff girth with her toes.
   “Should I not be?” He asked her coyly, his innocence rearing up once again.
   “That is for you to decide.” Her voice dripped like molten molasses as she slid to be directly before him, her hand reaching to his nether regions before he had a chance to reply.

   His body slipped back and a primal moan of pleasure escaped from his lips as she began to stroke his erection, his eyes glazing over as she did so. “Does this feel good?” Her breath brushed his ear as she leant closer to him.
   “Y…yes.” He groaned in reply as her grip around his girth tightened.
   “And this?” She began to use her other hand to play with his nipple, leaning forward just enough to give it a teasing suck. The gasp that escaped his lips then was all the answer she needed.
“And how about…” She moved ever closer to his body, sliding her legs to be beside his so that she could straddle him. “...This?” Lifting herself up slightly, she guided his cock to her entrance, slowly, enticingly, lowering herself onto it.

   Haldir’s eyes shot open then as he gasped, her inner warmth engulfing him completely in a euphoric pleasure. He tried to speak but no words could escape his lips as she began to rock against him. All he could do was gasp and moan, his body shivering in ecstasy. He had never imagined that being inside a woman would feel so delectably sensual.

   Catching his mouth with hers, she slid her tongue along his, eliciting him to twist his with hers. Being inexperienced in such things, he felt awkward at first, but it did not take long for him to follow her lead, soon taking charge of her.
   Yet suddenly, and rather unexpectedly on his part, the euphoria through his loins exploded like a lightning bolt against a tree, and he spent his seed within her with one loud, moaning gasp.

The elleth could not help but giggle at his demeanour then, for his expression was a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and shame.
“Do not mind, dear March Warden. All virgin males are spent quickly.” She smiled before he had the chance to apologise.
   “T...truly?”
   “Truly. Now, shall we try again?”
   “N...now?” He asked her, rather bewildered.
   “You are an elf, hir vuin, not a human.” She winked.

   Once all the traces of war had been cleansed from his body, the elleth, just as wise in years as the March Warden himself, led him to the bed nearby. Tracing her fingertips down his smooth torso, she pushed him almost forcefully down onto the furs beneath.
   “Now, my dear March Warden, who shall take charge during this battle under the sheets?” She smiled as she leant over him, her luscious lips brushing against his, her locks covering his face.

  Taking hold of her body he flipped her onto her back. “Can I try?” He asked, trying to put on a seductive tone. Yet his tone was so riddled with innocence she could not help chuckle.
   "Indeed, my Captain." She winked, widening her legs so he could have a pleasant view of her front.
   He gazed down at her womanhood for a long moment; having never set eyes upon such feminine parts of the anatomy, he was immensely curious by it. He had overheard stories from his comrades back in Lorien about certain pleasure spots of women; the pearl nestled at the top of the soft pelt of black curls being just one of many.

Gently he reached down and began to stroke her clitoris, almost taken aback by the immense moans of pleasure that his mere touch elicited from her.
Removing his fingers, he stared at them for a long moment, they were slick with her feminine juices.
   “Please….do not stop there….” She pleaded, her eyes bright and wanting.
   Haldir felt a shiver of excitement. Never in an age did he think he would be able to seduce a woman, let alone one as pretty as the elleth before him.
   Taking his hand, she led his fingers down further still, till they stroked the entrance of her womanhood. He was able to read her message well enough and so inserted two of his fingers into her; she was wet, tantalisingly warm and craving. With her directions he searched for her sweet spot with his fingertips, pressing and rubbing it once his mark had been found. His touch made her moan and writhe beneath him, and she stroked her own pearl as he plied her with his fingers.

   Leaning down to her, he took one of her taut, rose nipples into his mouth and began to suck lavishly, making her arch back against his arm that held her. Withdrawing his fingers, he was amazed by the elleth’s translucent nectar that was now slathered over them. Taking his hand, she sucked her juices from him, finger by finger. Disallowing any response from her innocent lover, she swathed her tongue with his once more, allowing him only to taste her essence; strong and sweet.
   Gently she guided him to her once more, and slowly he pushed into her, savouring the sensation of the warmth of her inner being as he gazed deeply into her eyes.
   Lifting up her legs, he hooked his elbows beneath her knees and pushed as deeply and his length would allow, eliciting a deep groan from the elleth beneath him. He too could not help but groan as she began to move beneath him, her hips grinding against his, guiding him to follow her direction.
   “Is this….okay?” He panted as he increased the pace of his thrusts slightly, the tingling pleasure reverberating through his member enticing him towards the edge once more.
   “V...very much so...hir vuin.” She moaned in reply, reaching between their slapping thighs to stroke her pearl.
   Lifting his body up slightly he was able to watch her pleasure herself as he penetrated her. This luscious display aroused him a hundred fold and made his thrusts more fervent than he thought he could possibly manage. Yet she did not complain, rather the exact opposite as her cries of bliss filled his tent.

   Her gasps, pants and moans spurred him over his limit, and once more he filled her deeply with his seed after having rammed her as feverishly as he could. He lay on top of her, panting as she held him, before he rolled onto his back beside her.
   “Well done...hir vuin...not bad for a first timer.” She patted his now slick cock teasingly.
   “I will take that as a compliment.” He grinned at her as he returned her tease in kind by flicking one of her nipples, making her giggle girlishly at him.
   “And to think, I have taken the great Haldir of Lorien’s virginity.” She chuckled.
   “And may I ask the name of the one most honoured?” He grinned at her as he twisted his fingers through her long hair.
   “Belleth.” She replied with a dreamy smile. “My name is Belleth.”

Whilst Haldir had been gaining his first experiences bedding an elleth, Lindir, the butler of Lord Elrond, had already well surpassed him on that level.

“I have always enjoyed this position Marinielle, being able to gaze up upon one as beautiful as Elbereth herself.” Lindir began as he stroked the feminine hips that rocked against him.
   “You are spoiling me, my lord.” She smiled at him, circling her hips to elicit more sounds of pleasure. “You always have. I wonder, is it really necessary?”
   Lindir grunted at her words; Or was it because of her teasing movements?
    “Why do you think it is not?” He asked, stroking her hips more.
   Instead of answering, she rocked herself a little wilder, making the ellon under her respond by bucking up his hips, hitting the back of her vulva.
This little tease played on her already intense pleasure, and made her moan reverberate throughout the butler's tent.
   "And I thought that being gentle was a prerequisite for being a butler..."
   "Oh?" Lindir grinned as he had begun to buck his hips up to her fiercely. "And I thought that not complaining was a prerequisite for being a healer." He teased.
   "I am not...uhhhh....I am not complaining." She retorted through her moans. "And I do not remember that ever being a prerequisite!"
   Lindir let out a hearty chuckle as he thrust his hips up harder still.
    As her rhythm upon him increased in fervour, her plump breasts bounced along with her, sending the butler into a lustful frenzy. Bringing himself up to her, he encircled one of her sweet nipples with his lips, tracing its tautness with the tip of his tongue.

   “I am so glad that you are with me now, and are safely in my arms.” She whispered, leaning down to capture his lips with her own.
   “I hope that I never have to leave them.” Came his soft reply. “Ned i postog a nin, ni bant.”

   Rocking her hips vigorously once more, she arched her back against him and groaned, tracing her fingers through his velvety chestnut hair. Pulling her close to his body, he nuzzled his face into her hair, sighing deeply as he filled her with his seed.

   Falling back against the pillows, he pulled her down with him, and she rested her head upon his slender chest.
   “I wonder what will become of her ladyship, now that the war has ended.” Marinielle began after a few moments of silent thought.
   Lindir sighed as he began to stroke her hair. “I would imagine that Prince Legolas will send her back to the palace along with his father, once he has stabilised.”
   “That is true…” She agreed, pulling the furs up closer to her shoulders. “She will not be pleased with that.”
   “I very much doubt she would be pleased at all, but in truth, she should not be here in the first place. Even though I understand her reasoning, I am still surprised that she was reckless enough to come here.”
   “What we do for those we love...it is too complex to comprehend sometimes.” Marinielle sighed.
   “I agree. But she is with child…”
   “Yes, and even I will not dispute that she should not have put their lives in danger, but as I said, we often go to great and dire lengths for those we love, losing all sense of reason and disregarding the consequences. If I had been in her situation, and you were the prince and Lord Elrond the king, then perhaps I would have done the same as she.”
   Lindir looked to her rather surprised. “Truly?” He asked of her.
   “Yes.” She replied, gazing into his eyes. “I could not bear to lose either of you. Lord Elrond is my mentor and you are my dearly beloved. I understand how desperately her ladyship loves. Her heart has always been passionate. You know that.”
   Lindir nodded to confirm her statement. “Yes, I do know…”
   “Then you should know that she and I are the same in that regard.”

   “M...my lord?” Came a meek voice from the other side of the tent entrance.
   Glorfindel looked up from his chalice of spiced wine. He had been preparing himself to go acquire some companionship and thus was a little surprised that some had presumably found its way to him. “Enter, if you will,” He said.
   Shyly the young woman pushed through the flaps of the tent, lowering the hood of her fur lined cloak to reveal her doll like features.

   “Well now...to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Glorfindel began in his usual sweet voice, the tone of which was reserved only for ladies that sparked his interest or curiosity.
   The poor creature, lowering her eyes, shifted on her feet nervously. She opened her mouth but all that came out was a tiny squeak, making her flush all shades of crimson.
   Glorfindel smiled warmly at her as he stood from his sofa, but kept his distance in order to not intimidate her. However, his height and beauty were enough to have the poor girl shivering. “There is no need to be frightened, my dear.” He poured a chalice of wine in offering to her. “What can I do for you?”
Indeed, what would a human girl possibly want from him?
   Coming forward, her gaze still lowered, she took the wine from him with quivering hands. As she had reached out, her fingers had brushed his soft skin, making her blush brightly once more.
   “It is more…” She paused, her lips brushing the lip of the chalice as she tried to hide her face behind it, “what you can do to me.”

   Glorfindel rose his eyebrows, slightly surprised. Only elven ladies ever asked him to do things to them. This lovely maiden before him was no elleth. “Oh?” He questioned, as he placed his chalice onto the table before them.
“And what is it that I can do to you exactly?” A slight grin slid across his lips.
   She took another nervous sip of her wine.
“You know...what you are renowned for.”
   “I am renowned for many things, please do elaborate, my dear.” He continued to tease further.

   She placed one of her delicate hands to cover a shy cough that escaped her lips. Her face was as bright as a cherry now. “There is news amongst the female healers that you bring...comfort...to those that want it.”
   “Comfort?” He looked to her, feigning to be confused. “Ohhhh, you mean sex?”
The girl hitched her breath and froze, giving the meekest of nods after a moment.
   Glorfindel rose an eyebrow at her, curious as to what other so called ‘news’ spread about him amongst the tents of healing. Yet he would not ask about it, but instead would enquire about her age, for she appeared to be very young, perhaps too young to be asking for what she wanted of him.
   “I am twenty years old, my lord.” She replied truthfully. “And I…am an unwed virgin.”
   He looked at her even more surprised. “Who would be stupid enough to not have asked for the hand of such a pretty thing as you?”
   The young woman gave a shy smile. “I am too focussed on my work to want to marry at the moment.” She muttered.
   “As you all are, it seems.” He smirked. “So pray tell, why ask me of all beings to deflower you? Why not ask one of your handsome captains or soldiers? I am sure one of them would not deny you in the slightest.”
   “I do not imagine any of them would be as gentle and as noble as thy Lord of Golden Flowers.”
   “And you assume I am gentle?” He narrowed his eyes onto her, making her shrink back slightly.
   “Well…”
   Glorfindel held up his hand to quieten her. “No, I understand. Men can be undisciplined brutes, especially those in the military. I can understand that you may fear that of them. But also, you must give them some credit for many of them are just as honourable and noble as we Eldar.”
   “I guess you are right…” She murmured, a little disappointed with his truthful reply. “And I am not worthy of a noble such as you. I apologise.” She stood to make her leave. Yet as she turned, Glorfindel caught her hand.

“Wait.” He sighed. “Forgive me. I just do not understand why you, a human, would ask me, an elf, to deflower you. Yes, as you had said I do have my reputation...but that is amongst the ellith, not the women of men.”
   “I know. But we women of men do hear of your ‘exploits,’ and it makes us...wonder what it would be like...with an elf. Yet none of us has had the courage to ask.”
   “Yet you certainly do!” He chuckled at her.
   “Well, ever since I was small I have been fascinated by your people, and by elven language and culture. That is why I became a healer, as I have dreamed of studying under Lord Elrond's patronage. I always used to say to my mother that I would marry an elf…of course, she would laugh at me and tell me I had been born into the wrong free-peoples. Regardless, our armies have been brought together, and I have a chance to mingle with elves as was my dream. And...well...my new ellith friends have told me about you so I thought I would try my luck…Your reputation not just in that field but also as a noble lord and warrior precede you, my lord.”
   “Perhaps.” He grinned as he took another sip of wine. “I guess that you have just as good a reason as any to have come sought my company. But is it what you really want? Do you really not want to wait till marriage, for if the time comes?”
   The young woman shook her head simply. “I want to be deflowered by the Golden Flower himself.” She came forward to stand before him and traced a finger cautiously down his arm. “If he will have me for this night.”
   Glorfindel gulped down the rest of his wine. “As the pretty little lady wishes.”

“Have you ever been kissed before?” He asked her as he brushed his lips against her rosy cheek.
   “O...only once, my lord.” She replied breathlessly, her heart pounding in her chest.
  “Oh? Like this?” Glorfindel asked, pecking her lips shortly after. He did not wait for her answer, but kissed her for the second time, this time deeply, inserting tongue into her inviting mouth. He felt her petite frame tense under his sudden assault and so let go, watching her partly open lips, her closed eyes, and feeling her hot breath. “Or like this?” He added, his voice low, and ever slightly hoarse.

He knew the answer before he even spoke due to the reaction of her body. He considered apologising to her, but before he could take in a deep breath she reached for him, offering him her red lips, taking him by surprise. Yet soon he composed himself, accepting her teasing little game. ‘An unwed virgin...’ He thought. ‘But this little thing knows what she wants. And she will get it.’ Inwardly he grinned, letting one of his hands travel down her side to her hipbone. Her hips were wider than the average ellith’s; They fitted perfectly into his large hands. Though he did not let them linger there, instead he slowly travelled up her torso, finally reaching her plump breasts. He enjoyed her surprised moan that then filled his mouth, tracing his fingertips over the bumps of her nipples which stood taught through the fabric of her blouse. She quivered at the sensation and brought her hands up to reach his, tracing then her fingers to his torso.
“Go ahead.” He whispered to her softly when she hesitated. She rose her eyes to meet his, and they were glazed over with a burning desire to be taken by him. Slowly she began to run her fingers over the contours of his muscle, awed at how chiselled and perfect his physique was. Of course, that was to be expected, he was one of the Eldar after all.

   Pulling off his shirt then to reveal his torso, she let out a tiny gasp, gawking at the heavenly sight before her. Yet, like the March Warden, he too was littered with bruises and abrasions here and there.
   “Do they hurt?” She asked, gently tracing her fingertips over a large bruise on his abdomen.
   “Not really.” He replied, running a hand through her hair. “Even if they did, they would not stop me.”
   She flushed furiously then and lowered her eyes bashfully.
  “Oh, you should know what it does to me when your cheeks flush that colour.” He purred into her ear.
   “What does it do to you?” She grinned meekly.
   “This…” He took her by her waist to pull her in and took the side of her throat between his lips to suck upon her soft skin. “And this…may I?” She gave him a nod and thus lifting up her skirts with one hand, he slid his fingers over her warm, naked flesh, finding his way to her inner thighs. He was pleasantly surprised by what he was to discover.
“Well, well now! Have you not come prepared!” He grinned slyly. “No undergarments!” He slid his fingers further still and felt her wet, and warm with desire. Sliding his fingertips along her cleft, he teased her pearl gently, making her hitch her breath and squeak.

   She blushed furiously once again and looked away from him, her expression shamed. Yet, Glorfindel knew exactly why. “You are full of surprises, my naughty little thing. Does your mother know about this too?”
   “Know what?” She whimpered.
   “That you pleasure yourself?”
   Her eyes shot open in shock. How did he possibly know?
   “Pray tell, who did you envision whilst doing that?” He teased her relentlessly.
   “Y...you...my lord.”
   Glorfindel was taken a little by surprise by her answer. “I did not realise your fantasy ran that deep.” His voice was smooth as he leant closer to her, allowing a finger to slide to her sanctum. “Perhaps as deep as this…”
   She gasped at the sensation, moaning then when his touch slid across her entrance. Gently he moved his fingertips to enter her but was met by the slight resistance of her virginity. She flinched a little and looked into his pale eyes then.
   “Do not be afraid.” He whispered, as he then moved his hands up to untie the tassels of her dress. “I will be gentle.”

   She relaxed against him when his lips met the side of her face, moving down as they left feathery kisses along her jaw. With one swift movement, he swept her dress from her shoulders, allowing it to fall and pool around her ankles. Shyly, she covered her breasts with her arms, but after a moment of gazing into her elven lover’s eyes she slowly, albeit hesitantly, removed them once more.
   Without a word he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed, gently laying her down upon the furs. “What is the name of thy little maiden?” He asked softly as he pushed a tuft of hair behind her ears whilst he leant over her and gazed into her eyes.
   “Avina.” She replied, stroking his cheek with her hand. “My name is Avina.”
   “Avina? Such a lovely name. Fitting, for one as lovely as yourself.”
   She blushed brightly once more, which made him purr at her.
  “You know what that does to me…”

   Without as much as a breath, he crawled down the length of her naked body, taking her womanhood into his mouth to lap up her erotic juices. She cried out at this new, carnal sensation, and bucked her hips up involuntarily. Such an intense feeling did she feel from the lapping of his tongue, she felt like she had been shot up through the heavens of the Valar.
   Tracing the tip of his tongue up along the entrance of her being, he took her buttocks into his hands to hold her still, for now, she writhed and squirmed in ecstasy.
   From between her thighs, he glanced up at her, grinning inwardly as he saw the pearls of sweat clinging to her skin, her breathing hot, and heavy.
   She was closing in on her peak now, that much was for certain. Yet he would not let her reach it yet, for he had other plans.

Sliding up her body, he caught her lips with his own, allowing her to savour her own primal taste on his tongue. She groaned into his mouth at this but did not protest. Instead, she followed his lead once more, her confidence in carnal pleasures rising.
Gently he pushed a hand between her thighs, and she willingly opened them for him, allowing him to nestle himself amidst them.
   With one hand fondling her breasts, and another massaging her sensitive pearl, he continued to leave impassioned kisses upon her tender flesh, sending her into a state that was not entirely her own. She had not even noticed that he had pulled off his leggings in their entirety, and was now hovering himself above her pelvis.

"Do you wish for me to continue, Avina?" He asked her gently, sensing through her arousal that she was still nervous. "P...please..." She stuttered. "I wish for you to take it away from me."
Placing his fingers between her cleft once more, he was able to discern that she was more than ready for him for her nectar gleamed on his fingertips. Thus, with one gentle, slow thrust did he ease into her.
She groaned at the burning sensation between her thighs, yet she was surprised that it did not at all hurt, and was relieved that her handsome lover had enough decency and honour to ask how she was feeling.
"It feels...strange...but not at all in a bad way." She replied as she gazed up into his azure eyes.
"I am pleased to hear that." He purred as he leant down to her bosom to give her nipple a playful lick, making her moan delightfully.

Tenderly her continued to rock against her, watching her for any expression or word of discomfort. Yet he was only met with sounds of utter enjoyment, and soon she was bucking her hips up to him, and moaning deeply into his ear.
Reaching between their grinding thighs, he continued to tease her pearl. Her eyes began to glaze as she gasped from the ecstasy, and he drove her over the edge by continuing to suck on her nipples as well.
   Glorfindel gave her enough time to come down from her height, softly caressing the sides of her face. Only after he was sure that she was capable of fully comprehending him again, he grinned.
“And that, my dear, was a climax.”

He made her climax numerous times and in numerous ways that eve.



Elbereth - Also know as ‘Varda’, the most beautiful of all the Valar, and one of those responsible for outlining the stars in the sky.
Ned i postog a nin, ni bant - With you beside me, I feel complete.
Elleth - elven female
Ellith - elven females.

Valar - Basically the Archangels of Middle Earth.
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