Title: 'First Impressions'
Author: Anarane Narmolanya
Type: FCS
Genre: Romance, Adventure, some angst
Characters: Haldir/ OFC, Galadriel, Celeborn, OC's
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Disclaimer: I hereby quote that I Anarane Narmolanya receive no profit for publishing LOTR Fan fiction. I do not own the characters except for Brynwyn, but I don't make a profit.

Summary: Brynwyn, daughter of the chief advisor of Mirkwood, is sent to Treetown (a human town) from Lothlorien on the matter of gaining diplomatic experience. As such, Haldir is appointed as her guardian. But before the journey has even begun, they fall into each other's bad graces. Will they survive the trip and each other? Or succumb to hatred and disdain. Please heed the M warning.

~~~ Chapter 25 ~~~

Temptation

Elwen entered the guest talan and called for her friend. Receiving no answer, yet certain Brynwyn was home; she made her way towards the sleeping chamber and silently entered.

The beautiful elleth smothered a giggle as she discovered Brynwyn rummaging through her own gowns and those loaned to her, grumbling to herself in frustration.

"My Lady, may I help you?" she asked with amusement.

Brynwyn threw down her most recent gown and placed her hands upon her hips with an exasperated sigh. "I have no idea what to don Elwen, I wish for something special. It is a special day for me, even if it is only lunch and I-" she paused in shock as Elwen pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her rambling.

"Go and bathe, mellon nin, I will find the perfect gown for you and then help you with your hair. I have experience in these matters," she ordered softly.

Brynwyn's shoulders eased and she smiled thankfully at her friend, taking a few seconds to embrace her. "Thank you, mellon, you are my saviour,"

"I knew you would be back," Elwen chuckled and pulled back from the embrace. "Go... I will see to this, my Lady,"

~~~ Sometime later ~~~

Elwen leant down until her chin rested upon her friend's shoulder and smiled. "There... you are all prepared, mellon nin," she announced.

Overcome with emotion, Brynwyn turned to embrace her friend. "Thank you, mellon,"

"Hush now," she soothed, pulling back from her friend. "Oh and do not allow him to tear it off... that warden has his way far too often." She grinned as Brynwyn's beautiful face coloured. "Oh," she called as Brynwyn made her way to the door. "A little teasing never goes amiss with a male, mellon nin," she winked at the fiery elleth, who smiled appreciatively before slipping through the door.

She made her way across numerous bridges, smiling at the Lothlorien elves who she passed, blissfully unaware of the males who virtually undressed her with their eyes. Many longed to approach the new, stunning elleth, but it was well known by now, in their close-knit community, that the Marchwarden had a claim upon this elleth and there were none who wished to challenge him.

She reached Haldir's talan and knocked quietly.

Haldir felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach as he opened the door and gazed upon Vána herself. Elwen had chosen a deep scarlet dress for her that curved perfectly around her form, her hair hung loose about her frame in thick, red curls and the emblem he had gifted her, hung against her cleavage in a way that made his mouth water.

"Haldir?"

Hearing the anxiety and uneasiness in her voice, Haldir cleared his throat and held out his arm. "Come, my darling. Lunch is served," the Marchwarden murmured, guiding her into his grand dwelling.

She gasped as he turned her towards the balcony doors of his chambers. A table was set before the great balcony doors, which were thrown open to reveal a beautiful view of the sun high within the mountains. The table was covered in an assortment of rich fruits, meats, roasted potatoes and gravy, and delicious deserts. Candles rested in the centre alongside two goblets, despite the early hour, and a flask of wine lay within a basin of chilled water.

Haldir led her to the table and helped her to her seat before taking his own and serving their food. They shared many delicacies, caresses of hands and legs and smiled with such longing, love and desire that their cheeks began to redden in embarrassment.

Brynwyn took delight in teasing the Marchwarden as she lifted a ripe strawberry to her lips and took a delicate bite, juices immediately springing forth and running down her perfect chin. She raised a hand to wipe them when strong fingers encircled her wrist.

Haldir rose up from his chair, pulling Brynwyn with him until she was pressed against his body. "If you tease me, my fair lady, you should know you play with fire," he breathed before trailing his tongue along the sticky path.

Before she could reply his lips where upon her own.

A strange moan reached her ears and she barely recognized it as her own as she became engulfed in his embrace, in his presence, in his kiss. He devoured her whole, enjoying the soft whimpers and moans torn from her beautiful throat.

They pulled away from one another, breathing heavily, but Haldir barely spared her a few seconds before his mouth opened in hot kisses along her neck. His teeth and tongue grazing over her racing pulse and sensitive collar bone.

His touches became heavy and his embrace tight and restricting.

"Wait... wait!" she panted. Haldir clutched her close, but his petting and stroking ceased.

"What is it, meleth?"

"I...I..." she found herself suddenly unable to express her emotions. Her only true thought centred upon the fire betwixt her thighs.

Haldir sighed and rested his chin atop her head. "It is too much," he whispered understandingly. Brynwyn did not answer, but trembled in his embrace. "When?" he panted, leaning heavily into her arms.

Brynwyn pressed a kiss to his proud chin. "Tonight... tonight you will have all of me. I need some time to gather my thoughts... but... I want you to have my innocence, Marchwarden."

Haldir moaned and closed his eyes.

"Are you well meleth nin?" Brynwyn whispered softly.

"Allow me a moment to rein in control; a part of me is not prepared to wait."

Brynwyn chuckled softly. "I must go, my love. You will come to me? Tonight?"

Haldir jerked her close and kissed her with a passion that made her knees weak. "I will come in you... yes."

Brynwyn gasped and then giggled. "You are naughty, Marchwarden."

"Allow me to walk you to your talan of course." Haldir opened the door, but Brynwyn touched his hand.

"I think it is best you do not my love."

Sighing in defeat, Haldir pulled her into a brief embrace, unable to resist a lingering kiss. "Namarie, guren nin. I cannot believe my words, but... I will miss you."

Brynwyn smiled tenderly and smoothed her hand over his powerful chest. "As I will miss you, my love." With a final kiss to his chest she took her leave, her body thrumming with unspent desire and excitement.

TBC

A/N: one chapter left everyone, it has already been written, but I will leave you in suspense

Translation:

Namarie guren nin: Farewell my heart

Meleth nin: My love

Mellon nin: My friend