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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 58 - Elvish Teachings

By the time the sun rose, the clouds had broken up and the rain had ended. Terrwyn blinked her eyes and breathed in deep. Ah, there was nothing better than waking up in Rohan after a rainstorm during the night. The air was fresher, cleansed from the dry dirt and dust after a drought. She turned her head and gazed upon the elf lying next to her. Well, maybe there was one thing better than that, waking up in the arms of Feredir. She traced her finger over the bridge of his nose, across his kissable lips and down his square chin, noticing how handsome his profile was . . . and he belonged to her.

Today was not only a new day, but also a rebirth. Terrwyn was exonerated of any charges against her. She would never have to look over her shoulder again. Of course, there were those that would never accept the King’s decision, but that was their burden now. She was free of this encumbrance, ready to begin a new life and that new life now included Feredir.

Terrwyn rolled onto her side so that she was facing him as he lay on his back, hands folded and neatly placed upon his stomach. Her lips caressed his cheek repeatedly with feathery kisses as she recalled the previous night. They had bonded, the equivalency of a human marriage, but this went much deeper and the feeling was exquisite. There was still a chance for many things to go wrong, to meet many challenges, but Feredir was a constant in her life now. He would always be there. She would never have to do things on her own again.

Her light ministrations brought him out of his sleep and a smile slowly spread across his mouth. “I want to wake this way every day,” he whispered before turning on his side to face his new bride. “Good morning, my sweet Naru.”

“Good morning, my handsome husband,” she answered and then creased her brows. “That is what you are now, right?”

Feredir laughed. “For now and always. And you are my hervess, my wife.”

Terrwyn smiled and captured his lips, kissing him and giggling. “I like that very much. And how do you say ‘husband’?”

“Hervenn.”

Terrwyn said the name and Feredir repeated it several times until it rolled off her tongue. “Spoken like a true elf,” he teased.

“I have so much to learn,” she said, slightly disappointed. “I know absolutely nothing about being elvish.”

Feredir captured her chin. “I will teach you everything you need to know. We have a lifetime to learn, an eternity if this should be your choice. We can start now if you like.”

Terrwyn batted her eyes and smiled shyly. “Alright.”

Feredir kissed the tip of her nose. “Nem.”

“Nose?”

“Very good,” he answered and lifted her arm to his lips, kissing his way along its length. “Ranc.”

“Arm.”

“You catch on fast.”

“Give me another,” she asked excitedly.

He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it. “Cam.”

“Hand?”

“Good.” He turned her hand palm up and traced the lines with his tongue. “Camlann.”

“Tongue?” She was beginning to lose concentration as she found herself being seduced by his game.

“No, it means palm of hand,” he corrected her. Then he rolled onto her with his naked body. He covered her mouth, devouring her and pushing his tongue past her lips. Feredir began to harden immediately, needing to be inside her. He released her mouth and smiled. “Lam.”

“Oh, that means tongue,” she said, needing more of him. “And how do you say ‘don’t stop’?”

“Avo dharo,” he whispered and plundered her mouth once more. He nudged his knee between her thighs as his hand reached down to her center, finding her quite moist and ready for him. “Bestatham meneg lu po i chaust hen.”

Terrwyn almost did not care what he said as the words flowed like a song from his lips, but Feredir repeated it in the common language so that she could understand. “Let us wed a thousand times on this bed.”

Terrwyn swooned. “Oh Feredir,” she moaned in a breathy whisper and he slid into her body.

They made love beneath the thick covers of the bed, moving slow and deliberate. Feredir lay atop her body, hands braced beneath her shoulders, his mouth assaulting hers and capturing her cries of ecstasy. He held back his own release and satisfied her repeatedly throughout the morning, waiting until the moment was right to take his own comfort and flood her body with his essence. This last time they came together, calling out one another’s names and declaring their love. They spent the entire morning in this fashion and then finally fell into a light slumber within each other’s arms.

* * *

Half of the day was gone when they woke again. Someone was tapping on the door. Feredir kissed Terrwyn before he got out of bed and quickly put his trousers on. Then he went to his door and cracked it open. Terrwyn watched him smile to whoever was there and she pulled the sheet up around her chin. In walked Orthorien with a sly look on his face as he glanced around the room. “What favor must you have done to receive such a rich room, when all I was allotted was something comparable to a servants quarters?” he jested. Then his sights fell upon Terrwyn sitting in the bed with only her head exposed. She could just see his mind working, trying to figure out exactly was had happened. It would not take much to guess.

“Well, Orthorien, if you were in the servants quarters it must have been because you seduced the rooms owner into allowing you to stay,” Terrwyn teased before the golden haired elf could say anything.

He laughed and bowed his head. “Well played my lady and all too true. You know me well.”

“Yes, I do and I would appreciate it if you and Feredir talked out in the hall until I am properly dressed. As you can see, we were not expecting visitors today.”

Orthorien was taken aback by Terrwyn’s playful mood. He truly did not know what to say and Feredir laughed. “Come my brother, let us speak in the hall. I have some news that I think you will like to hear.” He turned his head, looked back at Terrwyn over his shoulder and winked. Then he led Orthorien outside. Terrwyn took the opportunity to slip back into her borrowed nightgown and cloak, just to make sure she was properly covered.

“Horphen and I wondered what happened to you last night. So it seems you found her then,” Orthorien said once they were in the hallway.

A smile spread across Feredir’s face. “Yes, I found her.”

Orthorien looked at him curiously. “I cannot ever remember you seeming so cheerful before. There is definitely something different and it seems that Terrwyn had a lot to do with it.” He was teasing, of course. Orthorien knew how strongly Feredir felt for Terrwyn. It was obvious that the woman was not upset with him and they seemed to spend most of the day resolving their differences.

“She had everything to do with my unusually good mood, as you say.” Feredir clasped Orthorien’s shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes. “Terrwyn and I are bound now, brother.”

A genuine smile slowly spread as Orthorien searched his young brother’s face, seeing how happy he was. “Well now, this is a surprise, but then I would expect nothing less from you Feredir. Always the one to jump in first, whether in battle or in love,” Orthorien laughed. “I knew it would only be a matter of time. I’ve seen the love you two share. Congratulations, Feredir.”

While the brother’s embraced and shared the special moment, one of the King’s maids passed the two elves where they stood in the hall. Feredir watched as she eyed Orthorien, giving him a crooked smile and a wink. Then she turned her eyes to Feredir, who stood shirtless in only his loose trousers. She licked her lips and then looked back to Orthorien. He leaned towards her and whispered. “He is my brother and he is married.”

She seemed to pout and answered. “Such a shame, but one elf is more than enough for me.” Then she kept on her way, but not before she gave the tall blond elf a friendly pat on his bottom.

Both elves stood silent as they watched the saucy maid continue down the hall. Then Feredir nudged his brother. “I take it that was the servant whose room you stayed in last night.”

“Now I see what you found so appealing about Terrwyn. Rohirric women . . .” Orthorien answered and winked.

Feredir shared in a laugh with his older brother. “I’d best be getting back now. Don’t expect to see us today, but soon we should start plans for leaving Rohan.”

“We are already this far, maybe we should journey to Mirkwood,” Orthorien suggested.

“The same thought has crossed my mind also. We need to see Mother. It has been a long while since you left. She will be wondering where we both are.”

Orthorien nodded. “I think that is a wise choice.”

The brothers embraced once more before Feredir returned to his room. He closed and locked the door behind him, finding Terrwyn standing by a window, gazing out across the plains. He went to her and surrounded her with his strong arms. “I cannot stand to be away from you for so long.”

Terrwyn smiled as he kissed the back of her neck. “You were only gone a moment or two and you were right outside the door.”

“It was too long and too far,” he said as he turned her in his arms, needing to look into her eyes. “I was speaking with Orthorien and I think it is time we went to my homeland, to Mirkwood.”

Terrwyn hugged him. “That would be wonderful, Feredir. I’ve never been to any of the elven realms before, and to see your home first would be a great honor.”

“We can go anywhere you want now that you are free.” Feredir scooped her up in his arms and Terrwyn gasped in surprise when her feet left the ground. “And right now I want to go back to bed.” He carried her the short distance to their bed and tossed her onto the fur throws. Terrwyn let out a short yell as she landed sideways on the bed. Feredir gave her a fiendish smile and dived onto the bed after her, but Terrwyn rolled out of the way and the dark elf ended up with a fur throw in his face instead. He rolled onto his back and Terrwyn jumped on him, straddling his hips with her thighs. She leaned down and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue past his lips. She released him and continued down his chin to his neck and shoulder when something caught her attention. Terrwyn stopped her ministrations and studied the new pink scar.

“Feredir, what is this and where is the leaf tattoo that used to be here?” she asked touching the fresh wound.

He grabbed her wrist rather hard, not meaning to, and pulled it away. “Don’t touch that.” His tone was low and soft. He realized he held her arm too tight and released her.

Terrwyn did not flinch, though his grip had hurt. She remained still and looked to his eyes, seeing his own pain within their silver tinge. “Tell me what happened, Feredir. I am a part of you and I want to share all of your emotions, even this.”

He was trapped by her body straddling his and had turned his head away from her, not wanting to look into her eyes. Terrwyn captured his chin and turned him to face her. His eyes remained closed and she brushed his hair from his face, lingering over his pointed ears until he finally gazed up at her.

Her face showed her concern and Feredir knew there was nothing he could hide from her now. She would feel everything he felt, especially something as personal as this. “Did I ever tell you of the significance of the leaf marking?”

Terrwyn shook her head and sat up while Feredir remained lying on the bed, vulnerable and emotionally exposed. He went on. “It is a rite of passage among Mirkwood warriors, usually given to the soldier on the day he is accepted into the Woodland King’s army. It is also a tradition passed down from father to son. Orthorien has one, given to him by his father and had he not perished, he would have done the same for me. My brother was going to do this, and that was fine, but it was not the same. At the time, my father was very old and still lived in Gondor. It was my mother who sent word to him, asking him to come just for this occasion. At the time, King Thranduil had set very strict rules about outsiders coming into his kingdom. It took my mother convincing the King to allow my father entry, but eventually Thranduil agreed.

I had never met my father before this. I never expected to meet him. It was just part of the agreement between him and my mother. He had made a new life for himself and she felt she had brought enough pain to our family. It hurt knowing he lived, but that I could not see him. Still, I managed on my own and ignored the ache.”

Feredir paused and remembered the days long passed, smiling as he thought of his father. “The day he arrived in Mirkwood was very exciting as well as nerve wracking. I did not know what to expect, no one did, not even my mother. Theirs was a chance meeting, two passing strangers, but he was my blood link to my human half, that part of me that I never fully understood. He was a very stout man, even for his age. He carried himself proudly, a true man of Gondor, valiant and fearless, a hero in his own time. His hair was grey and his face was weathered, but when I looked into his eyes, I saw part of myself. This was my father, I thought, my own flesh and blood. He embraced me as if we had known one another for a lifetime and he examined me from head to toe. Then he nodded and smiled and for the first time, he called me ‘son’. And on that very day, he gave me my marking and called me a true soldier, just as he had been once. This leaf meant more to me than just a rite of passage. It was his gift to me, his approval, his love for a son he had never known.”

Feredir reached up and touched the scar. “And now it is gone, replaced by a mad man’s brand.”

Terrwyn leaned down, laying her head on his chest. “I am so sorry that this happened to you. I cannot help but feel partly responsible.”

“It was the risk I took when I made the choice to fight for you. It was my sacrifice to make and it is nothing compared to losing you, Naru.” As he spoke, he rolled them over so that now Feredir was lying on top of Terrwyn. He brushed his lips across hers, first one way and then the other. Terrwyn’s hand slid to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his tousled hair, and brought her mouth to his, connecting with him through their new bond. They kissed and their bodies came to life once again. She released him and laughed as she looked up into his smiling eyes.

“You said a thousand times on this bed and if I have counted correctly it has only been--.” She was interrupted by another hungry kiss, this time with tongues caressing as Feredir’s hands worked to rid her of the nightgown once more.

Feredir released her breasts from the confining material and took each one into his mouth, when there was an abrupt knocking on their door. He looked up and yelled. “Go away.”

The person on the opposite side of the door knocked again and this time Feredir reached over the side of the bed and picked up one of his boots, throwing it at the wooden door. “I said go away and come back later. Better yet, come back tomorrow.”

“Feredir, it’s Horphen. I must speak to you now. It is urgent.”

The dark haired ellon reluctantly sat up, leaving Terrwyn lying on the bed. Quickly, she laced up the front of her nightgown and reached for her discarded cloak, wrapping it around her body. Feredir went to the door and opened it. “I pray for your safety that this is important, Horphen,” he growled to his friend.

“You know I would not come to you otherwise,” Horphen said as he entered the room, closing the door behind him. “I’m afraid we cannot stay much longer. Things go ill in the city. Bregmund’s father is organizing a group of men to challenge the King’s decision to set Terrwyn free. All is well now and the King is still in control. It would take a great army to threaten the King of Rohan and there are many who support his decision. However, Eomer fears for Terrwyn’s safety and the longer she stays here, the more dangerous these men could become.”

Terrwyn went to the two elves. “I have as much right as any other citizen to stay here. I will not let a bunch of mislead heathens decide for me. Besides, I cannot leave Hathmund so soon. We have just reunited. You cannot ask me to abandon my brother now.”

“Horphen is right, Terrwyn,” Feredir said. “We cannot risk putting your life in danger. We should leave at least until things calm a bit. Give the people time to come to terms and then we can come back.”

“No, Feredir, I cannot just leave and--.”

Horphen interrupted. “Perhaps Hathmund will go with us. We do not need to leave just yet. We still have a couple days before we must go. Talk to your brother, Terrwyn. I know that Ithilien would welcome him and make him feel at home.”

Terrwyn nodded. “I will speak with him then.”

“Good,” Horphen smiled. “Oh, I almost forgot. Lady Lindiel sent this to you, some clothes she thought perhaps you would like to have.” He stepped out into the hall and came back with a package, handing it to Terrwyn. “She says she will not be needing them now, with the child on the way and all.”

“Thank you, Horphen,” she said as she took the package and carried it to the bed, carefully unwrapping it and finding a few simple dresses and a pair of slippers.

While she was busy, Horphen whispered. “We may need to leave tomorrow. I do not trust these men and I have seen how quickly they can gather a mob. Talk to Terrwyn, but we best be on our way soon.” Feredir nodded and Horphen smiled. “I also hear that congratulations are in order. This was meant to be, you and Terrwyn. I’m happy to see this union.”

“Maybe you will be next, my friend,” Feredir teased.

“Oh no, not this elf,” Horphen laughed. “There is still too much to sample upon these shores.”

The two friends spoke a moment longer before Horphen left. Feredir turned to find Terrwyn holding up a yellow dress and looking down at herself, trying to see how it might look. He studied the way her long red hair cascaded over her shoulder, the way she spun on the balls of her feet as she twisted and turned. She was feminine grace as he had ever seen. “That has always been my favorite color on you.”

Terrwyn only gave him a half smile and then laid the dress back on the bed, sitting next to the open package. “I know we must leave sooner than Horphen leads on. As I made my way to Lindiel’s home, I came across Bregmund’s father and some of the men he has recruited. They were gathered around a table inside a pub, whispering . . . scheming. I will not argue to stay. We can leave tomorrow if we must, but just give me some time to speak with Hathmund.”

“Of course,” Feredir answered, bringing her hands up and kissing them one at a time. “Why don’t you get dressed and go find your brother. I have kept you locked away all to myself for long enough.” He pulled her up from the bed, embracing her against his body. “Besides, I have you for eternity now.”

They held each other and kissed a moment longer, then Feredir left to find Horphen and Orthorien. Terrwyn slipped on the yellow dress, very simply made with dainty sleeves that came down just below her elbows, cinched at the waist with laces running up the front to her cleavage. The skirt was smooth and just swept the floor as she stood in her bare feet. There were two other dresses, one green and one cream. The green dress was of a fancier design and shape. This one she would save for special occasions or perhaps for meeting Feredir’s mother. The cream-colored dress was the simplest yet, an everyday dress good for doing chores in. The skirt was wide to allow for better movement. Perhaps she could also wear this for travel, because she had no riding outfits. It would have to do for now since there was not much time before their departure from Rohan. She would miss her home, but she no longer felt safe here. It was best to move out of harm’s way and begin a new life somewhere different.
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