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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 57 - Forevermore

There was a light tapping on the front door. Lindiel awoke as soon as she heard it. Taldred was sound asleep, breathing deep and making a quiet whistle as he exhaled through his nose. She listened a moment. It was quite windy tonight and it had started raining. Maybe it was just raindrops hitting the wooden door, she thought. A second set of deliberate taps announced an unexpected visitor, but who? It had to have been late into the night by now. She nudged Taldred and he snorted as he came out of his slumber.

“What it is?” he asked groggily.

“Someone is at the door,” Lindiel answered.

“Are you sure? Sounds like it’s raining. Maybe it’s just--.”

tap . . . tap . . . tap tap . . .

Taldred was immediately wide awake, out of the bed and pulling his trousers on. He picked up a lamp, still dimly lit, and looked at Lindiel. “Stay here. I’ll see who it is,” he said with concern.

He went to the front door and sat the lantern down on a small table. His weapons belt hung on a hook beneath his coat. Taldred quietly removed a small knife that he kept there, tucking it into the waistband of his pants. “Who is there and what do you want at this late hour?” he demanded.

Feredir felt odd coming to someone’s home that he did not know, disturbing their sleep. “Please, if you don’t mind, may I come in? I am a friend of Terrwyn’s and I--.” The door instantly opened and the faint light of a lamp washed out onto the small porch.

Taldred was met by a rain sodden elf. He was hooded and cloaked, the material sadly drenched and drooping. One look into his silver eyes, and the young Rohirrim knew who this was. He opened the door wide and stepped aside. “Come in and get out of the weather.”

Feredir stepped just inside the threshold. “I do not want to soak your floor,” he said as he took off his cloak and laid it on a bench just outside the door.

“Never mind that, just get yourself out of the rain.” Taldred gestured for the elf to come further into his home. The cloak had done little to keep Feredir dry, but at least he was not soaked all the way through. The rain had just started, though it came down in buckets.

“I am sorry to disturb you, but a friend of mine told me I could find Terrwyn here. I hope he has not given me false information.”

“She is here,” answered Taldred a bit suspiciously. “She is sleeping now. The day was long as I am sure you are well aware of.”

“I am quite aware. It has been lengthy for us both. I just wanted to check on her and make sure she was well. I feel responsible for her,” Feredir went on.

Taldred was not sure what to think. Terrwyn had mentioned Feredir and the close relationship that developed between them, but he was also the reason she ran away from Eomer’s halls. “As I said before, she is asleep and I do not think it wise to wake her now.”

Feredir felt like an intruder. Maybe he was wrong to come here. “I honestly wanted to know that she was not in distress, but it seems that she is in capable hands.” Feredir took a step backwards towards the open door. “I’m sorry to have wakened you. I’ll just be on my way then.” Taldred did and said nothing to stop Feredir from leaving.

“Who is at the door?” said a quiet unexpected voice.

Taldred turned to find Lindiel standing in the hallway peering through the darkness. “It is alright, my wife. Just one of the elves that Terrwyn befriended come to check on her. He was just leaving.”

At the mention of an elf, Lindiel hurried into the living room. “You cannot turn him out into the rain, not on a nasty night like this,” she complained as she walked up next to her husband. “Please come back inside . . . um . . .”

“Feredir,” the elf answered from the threshold.

Lindiel gasped. “Feredir? Well now, you must come in. Terrwyn will be delighted to know you came for her,” she smiled.

Taldred gave her a concerned look. “Terrwyn needs her rest, my love. Besides, she asked not to see any visitors.”

Lindiel smiled sweetly. “My dear, I hardly think Feredir is a visitor,” she said pushing past her husband. She reached for Feredir’s hand and when he offered it, she pulled him into the house. “Feredir, it is so nice to meet you. I have heard much about you.” She continued fussing over him until he was sitting on a comfortable chair by the fireplace. Then she disappeared into the kitchen to get something for their guest.

Taldred slowly walked up and joined Feredir in the chair opposite the elf, both males seeming a little on edge. Taldred spoke first. “Terrwyn has told us about you, about both of you actually. She is very much in love she says, yet I cannot help but sense some kind of disagreement between you and her.”

Feredir hung his head and looked into the fire, now only smoldering logs. “She made it very clear that she needed time and space, and I feel I have given her as much as I can tolerate. She should not be alone right now and I am the only one who knows what she is feeling.”

Taldred considered the elf’s words carefully. It was obvious that Feredir missed her greatly, but the man felt that Terrwyn shouldn’t be disturbed. “Could you not wait until the morning to speak with her?”

“Of course he couldn’t,” Lindiel interrupted as she passed through the kitchen doorway. She carried a plate of dried fruit and bread into the living room, sitting it on a table between the two handsome males. Then she made herself comfortable on her husband’s lap. She looked at Feredir, noticing his piercing silver eyes as they danced and sparkled in the dimly lit room. It did not take much light to illuminate them. “I understand your concern for Terrwyn. She was very distraught when she came here, but you should know that every word she spoke of you was purely out of love. She is not upset with you. She merely needed some time to clear her head.”

“That is good to know, my lady,” Feredir responded somewhat relieved. “But perhaps your husband is right and I should come back after the sun has risen.” He stood from his chair and bowed to the couple. “I am very sorry to disturb you. This was a rash decision on my part. I will go and leave you to your sleep.” He started for the door, but Lindiel jumped up and rushed to him, taking the elf by the arm.

“Lindiel, if he wants to leave then let him go,” Taldred called to her, feeling that his wife was being a bit pushy. The presumptuous woman ignored her husband and whispered into the elf’s ear.

“Please Feredir, I would have you stay despite my husband’s protests. Terrwyn is like a sister to me and I feel like I know her quite well even after such a long separation. I saw it in her eyes. I heard it in her voice. Without you she is incomplete. I am sure she will not be angry to see you, quite the opposite I would hope. Go to her. Tell her your true feelings. She needs something solid to hold onto during this tumultuous time. You are the one constant in her life.” Lindiel gestured towards the direction of Terrwyn’s room on the other side of their small home. “Please, just talk to her. She needs you now more than ever.” When Feredir did not move, Lindiel took his arm and guided him to Terrwyn’s bedroom door. When she got him there, she patted his hand and released his arm. Then she went to her husband and entwined her fingers with his. “Come, my love. Let us get back to our bed before all the warmth is spent.” She pulled Taldred along with her.

“Are you sure about this, Lindiel? Terrwyn seemed to not want to see him,” he whispered.

Lindiel touched her finger to his lips, shushing him. “I am a woman. I know these things,” she laughed. “They will be fine. There is nothing to worry about. Let’s just give them their peace.” She pulled her husband into their own room and closed the door behind them.

* * *

Feredir stood outside of Terrwyn’s door for what seemed like an eternity. Then he took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob, pushing the heavy door open. He stepped inside and shut it behind him. The low flicker of an oil lamp lit the room just enough for him to see his way to her bed. There she lay on her back, one arm stretched above her head, her slender fingers tangled in her red hair. Her face was turned away from him so that he could only see her profile. Gods, she was beautiful, he thought to himself as he watched her sleep. He eased himself onto the bed, sitting next to her and reached out to gently move some of the fiery waves that covered part of her face, tucking it behind her ear. The disturbance made her let out a moan as she turned her head towards Feredir and he silently watched her, studying everything about her.

Terrwyn felt a presence around her as she came out of her sleep. She took a deep breath and recognized the aura right away. Her eyes gradually opened to find Feredir looking down at her. “I must still be dreaming,” she whispered.

“Tis not a dream, Naru. I am here,” he answered with a warm and loving smile. “I know you said you needed your space, but--.”

Terrwyn sprang up from the bed and cut him off with a kiss. Her arms moved around his chest to his back and she pulled him into her. Feredir lowered her back onto the bed as he answered her demanding kisses. His long black hair surrounded them, shutting out what little light there was in the room.

“I dreamt that we were in your talan home in Ithilien, the one you showed me before we left,” she said when their lips separated. “I think I finally understand why I have longed to be amongst the elves and the trees. This part of me has lay dormant within my soul until I met you. You awakened something within me, but I did not know what it was. It was as if you were calling out to me.”

“I felt it too, but I chose to ignore it at first. I did not understand it myself. You were human. It was not possible to yearn for your soul. Still, I felt you all the time and now we know why.” Feredir sat up, taking Terrwyn with him.

“And what if I choose to remain human. What if I choose to ignore my elvish blood? I cannot ask you to give up your choice as a Peredhil nor would I want you to influence my own decisions.” She brought her knees up to her chest as she moved away from him.

“Terrwyn, you are a free woman now. For the first time in your life, you answer to no one but yourself. I would respect and support any decision you make. My own life is forfeit without you in it. I meant what I told you. I love you and I never want to leave you. I would give up my choice to be with you then, and I would do it now. My home is wherever you are. My heart belongs to you no matter what happens. The choice is no longer mine alone. We will choose together, Naru. I will follow you to Ithilien or beyond the ends of the earth. Nothing matters to me but your happiness. I am bound to you now and for always.” Feredir climbed further onto the bed, crossing his legs and facing her. Terrwyn’s arms were wrapped around her bent knees and she seemed to be hiding from him. When she made no move to acknowledge him, he touched her arms and she released her knees and he moved towards her. Terrwyn stretched her legs out and Feredir pulled her by her ankles until he moved her so that she was sitting in his lap. Face to face, the dark elf pushed her unruly hair from her face and captured her green eyes.

“Do you know it means when I say that I am bound to you?” he asked.

Terrwyn smiled and looked down and to the side. “It means you love me?” she answered with a question.

Feredir could not help but notice how innocent and childlike she seemed in that one single moment and his heart soared to new heights. “You really do not know, do you?” He smiled as he caught her chin, forcing her to look at him again. Ai, there was much to teach her about elvish culture. He laughed softly. “My sweet Terrwyn,” he started, searching for the right way to explain. “You see, when humans love it is with their hearts and that is enough for them. But when an elf loves, it is with our whole being. I do love you with all of my heart, but also with my mind, my flesh, with every breath and from the furthest reaches of my soul. You are a part of me now and I give myself to you with no reserves. I trust that you will take me as I am and keep those deepest parts of my being safe. This is what it means to love as an elf. This is what I mean when I say that I am bound to you.”

Terrwyn could not look away. She could not even blink, for the connection they shared was so strong. She no longer felt alone. Any challenges that might arise would be dealt with together. “I’m sorry, Feredir. I did not mean to run from you. I did not want to hurt you. So many things were revealed to me all at once. I felt like I was drowning, but you . . . you are my beacon of light and no matter where I am I will know that you are there. You look at me and it is as if everything fades around me. There is only you. You are my nourishment, my knowledge, my fortress. You sustain me somehow that I cannot explain.”

Feredir tilted his head and drew her towards him until their lips were so close that they breathed the same air, then he whispered. “Bind to me Terrwyn. Please tell me you want this just as much as I and I promise you that we will never be apart again. We will sustain each other until our dying breath or for eternity. I do not care what our futures hold, as long as we are together.”

She looked into his bright eyes and saw that eternity he spoke of. Smiling she answered. “Yes, Feredir, I bind myself you.” Terrwyn closed the distance and pressed her lips against his. She felt something transpire between them, first through their lips and then between their bodies where they made contact. It was as if they melted together, consuming each other’s spirits, and when the separated they each held a part of the other within them. She would always feel him now, whether he was next to her or miles away.

Feredir released her from the kiss and searched her face. “Did you feel that?” he asked astonished.

“I did,” she answered, amazed that he did also. “I want to feel it again.”

Feredir kissed her, but with more passion. Something invisible washed between them, parts of it mingling together and remaining behind within one another. Terrwyn broke away and looked into his silver eyes. “It happened again, didn’t it? You felt it too.”

“Yes, and I don’t want it to stop, do you?” His naïve tone surprised Terrwyn and she shook her head in agreement.

“You are an elf,” she said accusingly. “Don’t you know what this is?”

Feredir laughed. “You are an elf also, don’t forget.”

Terrwyn slapped his arm playfully. “I mean, you must know something about this. What is this feeling, Feredir?”

“It is part of our binding I suppose, like a marriage between humans, but a marriage of spirits.”

“So am I your wife now?” Her form of questioning made Feredir laugh to himself.

“You are almost my wife. There is still one more step that will complete the ceremony.” He pushed her back, lowering her onto the bed as he covered her body.

Terrwyn giggled. “Not here, Feredir.”

He sucked on her neck as his hands roamed along her sides down to her hips. They grabbed the ends of her nightgown and began pulling the soft material up. “What is wrong with here? We are alone. You are already half naked.”

Terrwyn would have given in to him but for the fact that this was Taldred and Lindiel’s house and they were probably awake and . . . “Just not here, please?” she pleaded.

Feredir rolled off her body and stretched out alongside her. “The King gave me my own quarters, but it is raining and the walk back is long and--.”

Quicker than he thought possible, Terrwyn jumped up from the bed. She grabbed a cloak that was draped over a nearby chair and pulled it over her shoulders. Her feet slid into a pair of Lindiel’s slippers that she had borrowed. “Let’s go then,” she demanded.

Feredir went to her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against his strapping body. “You will catch a cold going out into this kind of weather, barely dressed as you are.”

“I am an elf, am I not?” she teased.

“Half elf,” he answered, an eyebrow cocked mischievously.

“Well then, you will just have to warm me once we get to your quarters.” She moved her hips suggestively, feeling the hard bulge of his desire beneath his trousers.

They kissed once more and then quietly slipped out of their guest’s home. The rain had let up so that it was only a misting drizzle. With their arms entwined around each other, the lovers made their way in the darkness of the night to Eomer’s guest home.

* * *

Feredir shut the door behind him and turned to look at Terrwyn. Her hair was damp from the rain and it clung to the side of her face. He walked the few steps across the room until he was standing before her and pushed her wet tresses from her face. Terrwyn released the clasp at the neck of the cloak and let it fall to the floor. She had already kicked off her slippers and now stood in only the borrowed nightgown. The candles on the table behind her illuminated the light material so that Feredir could see the silhouette of her body. He reached for the hem of the gown and slowly eased it up her body, over her hips and past her waist. Terrwyn raised her arms above her head and Feredir finished undressing her. He threw the gown to the floor and undressed himself next.

She watched how his body moved as he worked to remove his clothes. Then when he removed his shirt, she saw the evidence of new scars upon his chest and back. She gasped slightly, not expecting to see him injured. He had never told her what happened in Rhûn, but it was obvious that something very serious occurred. She hadn’t realized she was staring until he spoke.

“I did what I needed to do to save your life. The scars will fade away, but I could not bear the thought of never holding you again in my arms.” He pulled her to him, flesh touching flesh. The mingling sensation was no longer restricted by clothing and the feeling was exquisite.

They stood at the foot of the bed and Feredir carefully lowered Terrwyn onto the soft mattress. She moved along on her back, scooting up until her head touched the plush pillows colored green and gold. As she moved, Feredir crawled along on hands and knees and when she stopped, he nudged her legs apart and covered her with his body. His arousal pressed against her entrance and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. In a synchronized movement worthy of the ancient dance of lovers, Feredir slid into her moist warmth until he was fully sheathed. Terrwyn arched her back, offering him every part of her body. The sensation of an invisible mist curled around their arms and legs. It seeped into their flesh and fused their bodies together as they writhed against each other.

Feredir set his rhythm, pumping slow and deep, feeling her inner muscles massaging his pulsating cock.
Terrwyn’s arms wrapped around his body and her back lifted off the bed. He supported them both with his strong arms, hands braced on the mattress, elbows locked. He tossed his head back, his long black hair flipping through the air. Then he lowered her back to the bed, descending his head, hair falling over his shoulders.

Feredir got to his knees, bringing Terrwyn with him. He lifted her hips, her head and shoulders remaining on the bed. In this position, he could see all of her, watch the pleasure on her face as they completed their binding. Her eyes were closed, brows creased and her mouth opened to let out a moan. He loved the sounds she made as he satisfied her. He increased his rhythm just to hear her voice as it rose higher in pitch and volume.

Terrwyn opened her eyes slightly to look upon this magnificent creature that was ruling her body. The ripples of his stomach convulsed as his hips pushed forward and his cock slid in deeper. She could always tell when Feredir was getting close to completion, as he was now. First, he clenched his teeth together and inhaled deeply, then he opened his mouth wide, closed his eyes and tossed his head back, making that guttural moan that drove her wild with need. As he did, he pushed into her body until he touched her innermost wall, that one spot that was ecstasy for both of them. He held himself there and made short, deep, hard thrusts. It would not be long now.

Feredir pumped into her body, watching how her breasts bounced. He wanted taste them, suck the pliant flesh into his mouth and roll his tongue around her hardened nipples, but he was too close to completion to abandon his current position. Her body was responding along with his in unison, bound by hot flesh, spirits soaring ever higher.

His strong hands gripped her waist and lifted her body. “Come here, Naru.” As he spoke, he pulled her up from the bed and Terrwyn pushed up onto her elbows until Feredir could grasp her more firmly. Then he brought her forward, off the bed and upright, looking face to face. He sat back on his heels, legs tucked beneath him and arms surrounding her, holding her close and nuzzling her neck.

Terrwyn inhaled his scent, so masculine yet of the earth. He was raw strength, able to lift her as if she equaled the weight of a feather, the same strength that could easily crush the life from an enemy. She felt that power now as their bodies touched, as their spirits coalesced.

And then, their eyes met and they could see the stars of a million centuries within green and silver hues. Now they were joined, one mind, one body, one soul, and nothing could break this new bond. They would yearn for each other, speak across miles, feel one another’s heartbeat that pulsated as if they were a single living entity.

Terrwyn had the advantage now as she rode Feredir deeper towards their bond. Her long red hair spilled down her back, brushing across his knees. Her legs clenched his hips and he was buried to the hilt inside her sumptuous body. What started out as friction increased to a warm static charge that spread between both of their bodies, intertwining, fusing them together until finally they peeked and could go no higher. All of the energy that was building within them now flowed out in the form of each other’s names. They writhed and grasped each other’s warm moist flesh, one trying to absorb the other, moans of ecstasy filling the air. Feredir spilled his seed deep within her, pulsing and pumping. Terrwyn’s breath caught as the sensation of having him fill her made her forget to exhale until she thought her lungs would burst. When she finally released her breath, it was his name that she called over and over until her chest was void of air. And then they supported their spent bodies, holding tightly to each other, Terrwyn’s arms wrapped around his neck, breasts pushing against his chest and legs still clenched about his waist. Feredir buried his face in her neck and felt them breathe together, their heart’s beating in unison again.

The world around them was still, as if time stopped and they were the only things alive. They held each other for what felt like forever and let their minds and bodies recover. Finally, time sped up to a normal pace and the newly bound lovers kissed with weakened strength. Sweat glistened upon their flesh and the scent of sex filled the small guest room. Feredir gently laid Terrwyn down onto the pillows and left the comfort of her body. He came to rest at her side and she curled into his chest. He wrapped his body around her, unable to separate from the sensation of her naked flesh.

“How do you feel?” Feredir asked breaking the silence.

Terrwyn smiled against his chest. “I feel restored, yet so inexperienced. I’m not sure how to explain it. I am still myself, but there is something fresh, something new within me.”

“I feel it too and I think it is our bond. From here on out, we will feel this connection. It will become more familiar as the days pass, or so I’m told. This is a first for me too.” He laughed to himself. “It is wonderful to experience something new and to be able to share it with you.”

Terrwyn lifted her head and looked at Feredir with a replenished gleam in her green eyes. “We are equals now. We are not just lovers or companions, but we are balanced as long as we have each other.”

“I suppose you are right, Naru.” He kissed the top of her head. “Inseparable we shall always be from this day forward, a love that will stand the tides of time.”

Terrwyn kissed his neck and snuggled in close, contouring to his warm body. “Forevermore, my love is yours Feredir.”

“Forevermore, my beautiful Terrwyn,” he whispered before both drifted off into a well-earned slumber.
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