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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 60 - Along the Way

There were no mishaps so far during their journey. Though they still had a ways to go, there was always the chance of an attack. Spies would still lay hidden upon the roads, especially in these parts. The elves kept aware every moment, even when it seemed they were not. Terrwyn was grateful and even felt a connection to them. Now that she was beginning to accept her half heritage, she could feel that part of her unveiling. Sight, smell and sound were just a few of the things that became more prominent as she observed the lands that they passed.

The days traveling so far were long and dusty as they made their way over the open plains. The sun warmed the lands quite nicely during these days of spring. All around them were signs of new growth. Trees had tiny buds and small clusters of leaves forming on their branches. Wild grass sprouted in patches of fresh green in pastures. Birds returned from their winter homes, still gathered in large flocks, but beginning to pair up to start a new generation. Terrwyn felt a connection to the season as it shifted from a long cold slumber to wakefulness and revival.

As they traveled along to the north, they passed between two very important lands, Fangorn Forest and The Wold. Orthorien halted and the others followed suit. He gazed across the plains to the edge of the ancient forest, breathing in the faint smell of pine. “Have you ever seen one of the Ents, Terrwyn?” he asked.

“No, I have not, but as a child at Helm’s Deep during the war, I gazed out across the fields and saw the new forest. It was such a strange site to see, for naught but a day before, no tree stood in the vast plain. Some of the men who witnessed the march of Ents still tell their stories of how the trees flowed into the land like a tide, consuming the evading orcs who thought they could use it for shelter. They say the screams were ear shattering, a sound they shall never forget. The forest still stands, though no one dares to enter.”

Orthorien listened, but his eyes never left the forest. A peaceful look washed over his face. Terrwyn watched him carefully. “What about you, have you ever witnessed the Ents?”

He shook his head. “No, but it would bring me such pleasurable joy to see one before I part these shores, should I be so lucky.”

“We could have a walk through the forest now, could we not?” she asked innocently, glancing at Feredir sitting behind her on their horse. He started to answer, but Orthorien spoke first.

“It is alright. My curiosity can wait. We need to keep on our way.” He was quite sure of his decision, though it saddened him to be so close and not be able to spend time walking through the ancient forest.

“Perhaps , should you decide to join us for the journey back to Ithilien, we can come back this way,” Horphen added. “I too would very much like to see the great tree herders or to at least walk amongst their home.” Orthorien gave him a curious look and Horphen smiled. “Prince Legolas journeyed through the perilous woods many years ago. He saw no Ents in Fangorn, but he heard their song and they spoke to him. That would be enough for me.”

Orthorien looked at Horphen for a long moment. “Perhaps, my friend,” he replied and the company of travelers were on their way once more.

They crossed the River Limlight and came to the Anduin, which they followed until they found a safe place to cross. Now they went north with open plains on one side and an approaching forest on their left. The vast forest grew on the eastern shore of the Anduin and this time, Horphen drew the company to a halt.

“That, my lady Terrwyn is Lothlorien,” Horphen said.

Terrwyn and the others gazed across the river and saw the small shapes of three golden haired elves standing and watching the travelers as they passed. Orthorien raised his arm and gave a slow exaggerated wave. The elves across the way answered the same and it was established that all were on friendly terms.

“Those are some of the Galadhrim keeping watch at their docks. Actually, I am surprised to see them in plain sight, but the threat of enemies has become less over the recent years,” Horphen said. “Otherwise, you would never have known you were being watched.”

“I did not think any elves remained in Lothlorien after their Lady left,” Terrwyn said curiously.

“The Lord Celeborn remained behind to see over the Golden Woods and to make sure that all their kin left the shores safely,” Horphen answered as they started on their way again.

“You mean she left without her beloved?” Terrwyn asked amazed. “But how could they stand to be separated?”

“Sometimes it is necessary. The Lady Galadriel carried out her task and was called back to the Undying Lands. Now it is her husband’s task to make sure the Noldor leave Middle-earth safely,” Feredir answered.

Terrwyn thought about this. Would there be a day when they too would be separated? She hated the thought of not being with Feredir, but if it were necessary she would have no choice but to stand strong. “Will they find each other again?”

“It is certain that they will once Lord Celeborn takes the last of the ships. I imagine Lady Galadriel will be standing upon the docks when he finally arrives.”

Terrwyn sighed. “It is sad, but at least they will be together again one day.”

* * *

Traveling was beginning to take its toll on Terrwyn. They had left Rohan a few weeks back and their supplies were running low, though the elves hunted for their sustaining meals. It was not food that wore Terrwyn thin, but lack of a comfortable place to lay her head at night and warm water for a bath. So far, it had been cold streams and a cloth that sufficed for bathing. The one small luxury she had was a bar of soap that had been tucked into her pack, probably by one of the maids in Rohan. And though she curled up in Feredir’s arms when they took rest, she missed the feel of a soft mattress beneath her.

So far, they had followed the Anduin, the great forest of Rhovanion to the east and the far off Misty Mountains to the west. Only a few times did they pass another traveler and the elves shared with them any supplies that the stranger was lacking. Eomer had given them plenty and it was custom for elves to help those who needed it. Still, they could only share what was manageable and their supplies were beginning to run low.

Finally, after coming a very long way, they reached the Old Forest Road, a road that cut through Mirkwood. The first thing they came across was an old inn and tavern. It sat just off the road and was located in a very accessible place, close to the Anduin River where supplies could be shipped to them. It seemed like it might have been a very popular stop for many a weary traveler before the dark days. Now it looked old and run down. The wooden building looked a mess from the outside, but it had a roof, food and drink, and that was all they required at this point. The elves looked at the place questioningly, but Terrwyn voiced her opinion, saying she needed at least one night to feel normal and not like a hermit. And so, they made their way into the inn.

Orthorien inquired about a vacant room where Terrwyn could rest. It came as no surprise that there were vacancies. He paid the owner and went off to join the others, who had settled at a table in the tavern. The elves had to admit that it was nice for a change, though living off the land did not bother them as it did Terrwyn.

The rooms for rent were above a spacious bar, stairs leading up located by the front entrance. Feredir took Terrwyn’s pack and followed her. She opened the door and was met with slight disappointment. It was not luxury by any meaning of the word, but there was a mattress and a basin to wash up. Terrwyn was thankful for small necessities and instantly poured the pitcher of water into the white ceramic bowl while Feredir checked the rest of the small room. “Are you sure you want to stay here for the night, Naru?” he asked as he noticed the tattered blanket covering the neatly made bed. At a closer look, he found that the sheets were clean, though not in the best shape.

“It will do,” she commented as she tied her hair back with a leather strap she kept with her belongings and splashed her face with the cool water. It felt good to get the dust from the road off her skin. “I just need one night of comfort, Feredir. You and the others are used to traveling long distances and sleeping beneath the stars. I feel as if I am at my wits ends. I am tired and dirty and I wish to just have one moment alone. You understand don’t you?”

Feredir went to her, pulling her to him and kissing her neck. “I know this has been difficult for you and I wish we could have gone back to Ithilien. We would have been home by now.”

“But you and your brother need to be here now. Your mother is waiting for both of you. We will make it back to Ithilien one day and when we do, we will settle down for a long while.” She kissed him slow and tenderly.

Feredir released her and gazed into her green eyes. “Take your rest now. I will be downstairs with Orthorien and Horphen if you need me.”

Terrwyn smiled and nodded. Feredir captured her lips, kissing her passionately. “And by needing me, I mean anything, Naru . . . anything at all.” An impish grin escaped the corner of his mouth.

“I will. I promise,” she laughed as Feredir left the room to join the others.

* * *

Meanwhile, below in the tavern, Orthorien went to see if he could find out any kind of news as he introduced himself to some of the patrons. Getting information was a tricky business out on the road, but he found it necessary to know what was happening in his surroundings. People went about their own business especially in a place like this. No one asked questions least they want to be labeled as a spy. Still, there were ways of enticing a person to speak freely, usually after a round or two of ale. Orthorien took up a place with some men playing a game of dice in the back of the bar. These kinds of games always intrigued him. He had only recently learned how to play and found it rather enjoyable. He settled in with the robust men, kicked his booted feet up on an extra chair and allowed himself a small reprieve while he fished for information.

Horphen found something else of great interest in the form of a busty woman with long brown waves that fell enticingly down her shapely back. She was the tavern’s barmaid and she was very beautiful. What a lovely looking young woman such as her was doing in a rundown place like this was a mystery, but he was glad for small miracles. Horphen watched her as she waited on some of the other customers. All eyes were on the brown haired beauty as she dashed from one place to the next, washing mugs or cleaning tables. She seemed to keep things quite orderly about the place.

Feredir came down and joined Horphen, who was keeping a sharp eye on the woman. “Where is Orthorien?” he asked glancing around the bar.

“He is making friends,” Horphen answered. Feredir followed his line of sight.

“Ah, I see what distracts you, friend. Shall I leave you to it?”

Horphen shook his head. “No, the night is still young.”

“Then let me help pass the time,” Feredir said as he waved the beautiful woman over to their table. Just then, they heard a fist being slammed down onto a table. It seemed Orthorien learned the rules of the dice game rather quickly and won the last three rounds. This did not sit well with the men and to make up for their loss, Orthorien bought them all a pint of the house ale with his winnings. All was forgiven and the golden elf had what information he sought. He said good night to the men and joined Feredir and Horphen at their table.

“Making friends I see,” Feredir jested. “What did you find out?”

“It seems the Old Forest Road is our best route. There have been no threatening encounters in a very long while. We can take the road all the way to the eastern edge of the forest and then make our way north if we follow the River Celduin until we are free of the forest. Then we will follow along the eastern edge until we reach our home.”

It seemed they worked out a plan for their travels and now the three elves could relax and enjoy themselves. The barmaid kept their mugs full and kept a watchful eye on the three very handsome Mirkwood elves as the night advanced.

Before long, they were feeling the effects of the strong ale. Orthorien sat back in his chair with his heels resting on the tabletop. Horphen leaned forward with his elbows on the table and his head resting in his hands as he watched the barmaid work. Feredir sat up straight with his arms crossed, eyes half closed as he enjoyed the feel of the ale in his belly.

“So tell me, brother, why you are sitting here with us when you could be upstairs with your beloved?” Orthorien inquired.

“Perhaps they have had their first falling out,” Horphen guessed.

“She is resting is all. She just wanted some time to herself,” Feredir answered defensively.

“Time to herself?” Orthorien boasted. “For weeks we have been traveling and when you can finally be alone she wants time to herself? I think Horphen is right.”

“You see,” started Feredir, pointing a finger at the other two. “You know nothing about women. When they say they need time to themselves, what it really means is that they are busy prepping and primping and waiting for you to come back to them so that they can throw you to the bed and have their way with you.”

As he finished speaking, the barmaid came to their table and collected their empty mugs. Orthorien looked at the busty brunette and smiled. “Maybe you can shed some light on this,” he said as he caressed her arm with his fingers. “When a couple has not had . . . uh . . . relations,” he said carefully, “for a very long time and the lady says she needs time to herself, how should a male take this bit of information?”

The barmaid smiled. “It depends upon the man, or elf in this situation. It seems to me there would be no reason not to take any of you off to be alone with, but if you have been traveling for as long as it seems, then I would say that she means nothing more than what she said. Women need to be alone every once in a while.” She leaned down between Orthorien and Horphen, exposing her cleavage. “But if it were me, I would not leave her alone for long, least she . . . get started on her own, if you know what I mean.” She stood up straight and watched their faces as they thought about what she said. “Now, would you care for another round?”

All three elves nodded silently and watched her hips sway back and forth as she went back to the bar for clean glasses to fill.

“My guess is that she never needs time alone,” Horphen said and Orthorien laughed. Feredir immediately stood up from the table and looked towards the bottom of the stairs.

“And where might you be going, brother?” Orthorien inquired.

“I am turning in for the night. I think Terrwyn has had more than enough alone time,” Feredir answered. He made his way to the stairs and disappeared.

Orthorien decided he needed some air and excused himself too. The ale had done more damage than he cared for. A walk around the inn and the fresh night air would help to clear his cloudy head. Horphen decided to take up residence at the long bar where he could also keep a sharper eye on the lovely maid. She seemed busy at the moment as a new group of men sat down at the far end of the bar. They flirted and she flirted back, but every time she laughed, the woman glanced towards Horphen.

Finally, she came up to the elf and he noticed her stunningly beautiful hazel eyes and comely face. His loins heated as they made an unspoken connection. He would have this beauty tonight and with Feredir and Orthorien gone, now was his chance to capture her. Feredir was no longer a threat, but Orthorien posed as a problem for a young ellon trying to woo a lady. The older elf was very persuasive and when someone caught his eye, there was no stopping him. He was also a free spirit and would easily flip between the sexes, depending on who he thought would satisfy his cravings more. Tonight it seemed to be the barmaid, but Horphen felt he had seen her first and so he started his seductions in order to claim her early in the night.

If Horphen knew anything about barmaids, it was that they always kept their best and most expensive stock beneath the bar. There was of course a reason for this, as only those who could afford such refined liquor could also capture her attention. And the placement of said stock was always conveniently placed where the patron would benefit from her actions of retrieving it.

“It seems your friends have left you. I guess you won’t be needing that next round of ale then,” she said with a warm yet elegant smile.

“The ale was satisfactory, but my taste has suddenly switched for something finer, perhaps a glass of the house wine, if you don’t mind,” Horphen replied with his provocative stare.

This raised her attention and a curious eyebrow. She looked him over once more, noticing his elvish attire, his dark brown hair braided at the sides and lithe form. He seemed legitimate and she leaned down to obtain a bottle of deep red wine. Horphen watched her as her rounded rear stuck up in the air and her cleavage opened to his complete view. Ah yes, just as he thought it would be, stored conveniently beneath the bar. The sultry woman stood back up, bottle in hand and placed it carefully on the bar top. She turned to a shelf behind her, took down a glass and placed it beside the bottle. Her fingers ran suggestively along the neck before she picked it up and poured it. Horphen’s member pulsed as he watched her deliberate movements. So far she had conveyed her interest in him along with her talents and all just by pouring a glass of wine.

Horphen lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. “This is a very good wine indeed, made even better by the company I keep. Care to join me?” he asked as his eyes traveled along her body.

“I am afraid I must not . . . yet. There is still much work to be done and many people to serve. We are short on help tonight,” she purred.

“Perhaps later then, I never did enjoy drinking alone.” He set his glass down and held a gracious hand out. “I am Horphen.”

Her eyes lit up a bit. “Your name means driven, very appropriate,” she said temptingly. She reached out and gave Horphen her hand. “I am Adela.”

“Hmm, a woman of Bree? I did not know anything so beautiful came from that old town.” Horphen brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, lingering over her knuckles before releasing her. He could sense her body come alive to his touch. “And I see you know some elvish also.” He would have fun seducing this one, he thought.

“Living so close to Mirkwood, I have learned a word or two in Sindarin.” Adela suddenly wished there was more help tonight so that she could slip away for an hour or so. This elf was quite beguiling.

They talked for a while, in between patrons needing this or that. Just when they were about to settle into a more comfortable discussion, no longer feeling like strangers, someone clasped a hand on Horphen’s shoulder.

“I believe I will join my friend here in a glass of wine,” said the familiar, yet arrogant voice. Orthorien was done with his sobering walk and came back to find Horphen seducing the only acquirable beauty in the tavern.

Horphen sighed. Why did he ever think Orthorien would stay away tonight? “Have a seat then,” he said gesturing to the stool next to his. “Adela, perhaps rather a mug for my here . . . friend.” He put emphasis on the last word.

Adela turned to retrieve a mug, but Orthorien stopped her. “He is mistaken, my lady. I would much rather have what he is having. Is that the house best, Horphen?” He was being condescending now.

Horphen glared at the golden elf with a territorial stare, his eyes telling him to look elsewhere for entertainment. Orthorien ignored him as he watched Adela bend down and reach for the bottle of wine, scanning her body and ample bosom. He gave Horphen a challenging look. The game was on to see who would end up with Adela by the end of the evening.

* * *

Meanwhile, Feredir had gone upstairs and stood outside of Terrwyn’s room. He was feeling rather famished, yet it was not food that he needed. The effect of the ale left him feeling warm and Terrwyn’s lingering scent made him body thrum. The combination put him in a mood of impatient longing and lust. He reached out and turned the handle, wanting to silently enter her room and begin consuming her without warning. Unfortunately, the old inn’s squeaky door gave him away.

Terrwyn was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to the door, brushing her hair and wearing a sheer white nightgown made of a lacy cotton batiste fabric. The short sleeves hung off her shoulders exposing her smooth fair skin. Her long red wavy hair cascaded down her back and looked extremely soft and smooth. When she heard the door creek open, she turned her head and smiled when she saw Feredir leaning against the doorframe, his ankles crossed and arms at his sides. She stood and faced him. With only a few candles to illuminate the small room, she could only see his silhouette, but the rise and fall of his shoulders told her he had hurried up the stairs to get to her. He pushed away from the door and prowled towards her until she could see the dark hunger within his eyes. The flame of the candle next to the bed flickered and his eyes sparkled. Without any spoken words, Feredir enveloped her within his powerful arms and held her tight against the length of his body. His mouth covered her, tongue pushing past her lips and tasting her sweet breath. Then he drew her bottom lip in between his teeth and playfully tugged at the tender flesh.

He picked her up off the floor and she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his slim waist. Feredir took a few steps until he pushed her into the wall. His hips thrust further still until she felt as though he would make the wall collapse behind her. His need was apparent by his bulking cock crushing against her pelvis. Terrwyn looked deep into his silver eyes and gasped when she witnessed the sexual rage within them.

“Feredir, you are drunk,” she said accusingly.

He smiled with a savage grin. “I am not so drunk that I cannot satisfy you. I want you Terrwyn. I want to fuck you and hear you scream my name. And when you think I am done and you cannot possibly handle any more, I will fuck again and take my release.”

His tantalizing words enraptured her and she gave in to his merciless disposition. “Take me, Feredir,” she demanded as her body was already reacting to his promises. She pulled the top of her nightdress down, exposing her breasts. Her arms and legs clamped tight and Feredir released his rigid cock from his leggings. He pushed her white dress further up her thighs and impaled her with one swift movement. Upon feeling him fill her, Terrwyn cried out. He had only just begun to touch her and already she could feel her climax rising.

* * *

Horphen and Orthorien were busy entertaining the barmaid. The two elves did their best to impress Adela with stories of past battles or retracing their heritage. Orthorien always made a point to let her know how much older he was over Horphen, by a thousand years almost, enough time to hone in on his ‘skills’.

Horphen told her about living in Ithilien and being an elvish guardsman there, how much more experienced he was with humans and their uniqueness. All the while, Adela listened and watched the elves try to outdo each other to gain her attention. She was enjoying their bantering and really did not mind at all which one she would end up with, as long as it was one if not both of them.

Suddenly there was a knocking sound coming from the ceiling. Actually, it was more like a loud banging noise. It gradually became louder and faster. One by one, the patrons stopped what they were doing to listen. Moans and panted breaths accompanied the pounding of wood. Orthorien and Horphen stopped their competition as Adela was no longer listening to them. Now she too was looking up at the ceiling, noticing a couple boards rattling together. The moans now turned into screams of passion, a male and a female to be exact. Adela smiled and seemed to wiggle her hips.

“Oh by the gods, Feredir, yes more yes. Oh . . . oh right there!” said a muffled voice. It was followed by a male voice growling in a very sexy and lascivious tone.

“Ooo,” Adela purred. “I haven’t heard that kind of joy in a long time. I agree,” she laughed. “Don’t stop Feredir, whoever you are.” She bit her lip and wiggled her hips again, obviously getting just as excited as the renters upstairs.

Horphen and Orthorien watched the barmaid become aroused, nipples now protruding beneath her tight shirt. “That’s my best friend,” Horphen boasted.

“Oh really?” Adela asked quite interested in the new bit of information.

“Yes, we have been friends for many long years now. I taught him everything he knows,” he said stretching the truth. Feredir needed no teaching. He had always been a natural at anything he did.

Adela smiled at him, suddenly very aware of the Ithilien elf as he puffed out his chest. Then her attention was drawn away by the smooth voice of the other sultry elf as he leaned into her ear.

“Yes, well . . . I am his brother.” He spoke in a whisper, his voice a low rumble that reverberated throughout Adela’s body . There was nothing more to say. Proof of his blood relation to the magnificent beast that was pounding the girl upstairs was enough to gain Adela’s full attention.

“You must have a lot in common then,” she smiled. Her attention was brought back to the ceiling again as the boards creaked and jumped. There was a loud crash and thump, as if the ceiling would collapse onto the patrons below. The screams magnified and turned higher in pitch until there was a long drawn out moan from both parties, followed by silence. The show was over. The couple upstairs was satisfied and half of the people in the tavern stared open mouthed at the ceiling. The rest looked to their partners with devilish grins, searching their pockets for loose bits of change. The rooms would be full tonight.

Horphen watched his tavern beauty slowly forget his existence as she came out from behind the bar and wrapped an eager arm around Orthorien. It was no use. As long as the tall, older, better built elf was around, he would not find a woman to share an evening with. Damn him, the Ithilien elf thought.

Orthorien was leading Adela away towards the stairs. Her pulse raced and her body warmed when she noticed just how tall and magnificent he was. Still, she felt bad about leaving Horphen behind. He had spent most of the night talking with her and she enjoyed his company. He was very sweet and she was sure he was an excellent lover too, but this one was the brother of the other elf upstairs. That alone had to account for something. It was an opportunity too good to pass up.

Adela looked back over her shoulder once more, seeing Horphen sitting at the bar and staring into his half empty glass. A thought came to her, though she doubted the Ithilien elf would agree. He was rather combative towards the Mirkwood elf. She stopped Orthorien and whispered in his ear. The tall elf said something in return and nodded.

“Horphen,” Adela called to him. He turned around, a defeated look on his face. She smiled and flashed her hazel eyes at him. “There is always room for one more.”

Horphen pushed his glass away from the edge of the bar, swiveled on his stool and stood up tall and straight. He wore no smile but rather a contemplative look. He walked up to Orthorien and Adela. The golden elf cocked an eyebrow at his brother’s friend while Adela smiled, hopeful that he would agree.
The young woman reached out and touched his pouty lips with her finger then drew herself near, capturing his mouth lightly.

“I would hate to leave anyone out,” she whispered onto his lips as her hand reached up and brushed his pointed ear.

Horphen could feel her need and desire. For him, this was a chance to do something he had only dreamed about so far. Then he looked over to Orthorien, not exactly his first choice for this situation. He knew of the older elf’s carnal desires for either sex and it made him uneasy. The Ithilien guard released Adela and stepped up to Orthorien, looking him over with a judgmental eye.

“I have heard stories and I know that you play both sides,” Horphen commented in a serious tone.

Orthorien smiled impishly. “You have heard correctly then.”

“And if I agree to this arrangement, I must set a few rules first, one being that the girl stays between us at all times,” Horphen continued.

Orthorien placed his hand over his heart. “I will stay on my side.”

“Good,” Horphen answered, content for now. He would come up with the rest of the rules on the way upstairs.

“Although,” Orthorien said, drawing the word out and glancing down to the front of Horphen’s trousers. He reached out with his hand as if to lift the other elf’s tunic. Horphen immediately slapped his hand away and Orthorien laughed. “I am only jesting, my friend. I would not do anything that would make you uncomfortable and I promise . . . the girl stays between us.”

Just then, Adela walked up and stood between the two elves, taking each one by their muscular arm. “Is it settled then?” She kissed Orthorien quickly and released him. “Shall we be on our way?” She kissed Horphen, lingering a moment longer upon his full lips. The two elves nodded in a silent agreement and Adela led them up the stairs.

* * *

The next morning, Feredir and Terrwyn woke up sore, stiff and completely sated from their night’s adventures. She turned her head from one side to the other and laughed at their predicament. “We broke the bed.”

Feredir sat up and looked around the room. “And the night stand,” he said.

Terrwyn pushed up onto her elbows. “And the wash basin.” She giggled at the sight of the shattered ceramic pieces scattered across the floor.

Feredir leaned towards her and kissed her lovingly. “And well worth the extra money I will have to give to the innkeeper for all the damage we caused.”

“We?” she said accusingly. “From what I remember, you were the one throwing me around the room and choosing which pieces of furniture to try out for comfort.”

“I can’t help myself, Naru. You drive me to the brink of madness.” He lightly bit her neck and shoulder.

She cocked her head to allow him better access. “Me and a few pints of that wicked ale you drank last night.”

Feredir let her have the last word and shook his head laughing to himself. Then he glanced towards the small window, noticing that the sun had risen a while ago. “We better get up and get dressed.”

“Must we leave so soon?” Terrwyn asked as she stretched her arms, the sheet slipping down and exposing her full breasts. She was deliberately trying to seduce him.

Feredir rolled on top of her, taking each supple breast into his mouth in turn. “I wish we had more time, but I’m afraid we must go. Orthorien and Horphen will already be waiting with the horses.” He took each nipple between his teeth and teased until she moaned.

“That is not fair,” she complained. “You set me alight and now I must get up. You know there are no more inns between here and Mirkwood. This might be our only chance to--.”

Feredir captured her mouth to silence her. “Do not remind me, Naru. I may just have to drag you off into the woods and have my way with you.”

They finished getting ready and packed up their belongings, and then they went down stairs. Feredir found the innkeeper and slipped him a few extra coins along with an apology. As he and Terrwyn were about to leave, Adela the barmaid called to them. “You are welcome back here any time, especially you Feredir.”

He turned and bowed to her, but Terrwyn could not help but wonder just what she meant by that. And how was it the wine wench knew her elf’s name? There was a certain teasing tone to the woman’s voice and Terrwyn did not much like it.

Outside, Orthorien and Horphen stood by the horses, deep in a conversation. Feredir’s elvish ears listened in on what they were saying.

“I had no idea she could bend like that,” Horphen said.

“Yes, she was quite nimble wasn’t she?” Orthorien said in return. “Well, I guess she would have to be in order to satisfy both of us in that position.” He stopped and laughed. “And the look on your face when--.”

Horphen wrinkled his brow. “Did I not tell you to stay on your side of the bed? I swear you did that on purpose. That was no mere brush of a hand.”

Orthorien hung his head. “Truly, I do apologize. I was only trying to heighten your experience.” Then he looked up rolling only his eyes to Horphen. “But you must admit it felt good.”

Horphen dared to let the slightest curl appear in the corner of his mouth. Then he pushed those thoughts aside and looked at Orthorien stern faced. “If you ever say anything to anyone, I will take my blade and personally remove that which makes you an ellon, understood?”

Orthorien bowed hand over heart. “Not a word, I promise.”

Just then, Horphen caught sight of Feredir and Terrwyn out of the corner of his eye. He gained his composure and smiled wide. Orthorien remained his usual cocky self, a mischievous look in his eye. Feredir looked from one elf to the other and shook his head. “You two disgust me.”

Instantly Horphen took the defensive. “What? What have you heard?” He looked at Orthorien. “I thought we had an agreement.”

Orthorien laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “I have said nothing, my friend. I’ve been with you ever since we went to Adela’s room last night.”

Terrwyn gasped and threw her hand over her mouth. Feredir’s look of distaste never faltered as he regarded the two elves before him. One looked completely abashed while the other’s smug face stayed unmoving and both thought they were concealing their mischief. However, Feredir had overheard them. He pointed at Orthorien. “You . . . I would expect this from.” Then he turned to Horphen. “But you?” Feredir was at a loss for words.

Horphen stuttered a moment before he was able to form proper words. “The girl . . . there was a girl.” When Feredir said nothing he continued. “And it was an accident . . . just . . . just a brush . . . of a--.” Horphen stopped speaking. It was not helping matters much.

Feredir continued to shake his head as he glanced over to Orthorien one more time. “Is nothing sacred to you? Can I not have one thing that you have not tried to infiltrate . . .” He turned to Terrwyn. “Seduce . . .” Then he looked at Horphen. “Fondle?” From behind him, he heard Terrwyn giggle. “And what do you find so funny about this?” he snapped. He was obviously very upset with the situation.

Terrwyn only smiled and touched his shoulder. “Relax, Feredir. They were only having a bit of fun. It’s not like they broke the bed.” She laughed again when she saw Orthorien wink, pleased with her comeback.

Feredir’s eyes swept across all three people. “Am I the only one bothered by this?” A vision of his brother and his best friend lying close together, girl or no girl, flickered in his mind and he mentally shivered with revulsion.

Orthorien merely gave his brother one of his arrogant smiles knowing full well it would upset him further. Horphen wanted to join his friend with his objections, but all he could manage to do was look away embarrassed and mount his horse. Feredir helped Terrwyn onto their horse and mounted behind her. He rode past his brother, giving him a murderous stare and then passed Horphen, who he could not even bring himself to look at.

“There really was a girl,” Horphen said softly as he tried to explain one last time, and one time too many.

Feredir rolled his eyes and sighed with defeat. “Oh, for Valinor’s sake,” he mumbled as they started on their way, heading east on the Old Forest road.
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