Hello readers. I just wanted to thank you all for sticking around and if you're new, welcome to my madness lol. I am late this time because once again life happened. I just got real busy there for several days and just simply did not have the time to write but when I did I did. I would love to hear what you think of the story so please leave a review.
It had been a tumultuous day filled with violence and uncertainty. A bath had been drawn for her in a large tub of shiny metal within a lavish tent. Accommodations that she had grown accustomed to with Thranduil. Yet he was not there and in his place was Elthian. He was in the warm water with her. Lovingly bathing her tired body. Washing away the grime from the road and battle.
Her hair had gone to its lovely silver color and her flesh had lightened. The cloth roamed over her flesh gently and the scent of gardenia filled the air. Eventually she lay back against Elthian. Her light body resting against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"The cart was lost and so were our changes in clothing." She said softly.
"Our host has found things for us. I believe they have modified a tunic for you."
She fell silent then and just closed her eyes. She was mentally and physically exhausted. He held her like this for several long moments until her breathing became steady and her body fully relaxed. His lips lowered to her head and his kissed the top of it again. His thoughts carried to the days ahead. The battles they would face and the hardships of war. He only wished to protect her and if he could he would not take her towards it at all. He would fight every battle for her and keep her safely away. Yet such wishes were not to come to pass. He knew it.
He had never given consideration to the idea that the nature of their relationship would ever be an issue. While often a bit of a shock to those within his own people they seemed to accept it easily. Even within the ranks of the human allies of Greenwood they were accepting. These returned elves though, they had caused her great distress. He had felt every bit of it and was not as forgiving as she. Though for her sake he would keep his anger in check.
He could have held her like this forever. Cradled in warmth with the feel of her soft naked flesh against his. Yet the water would grow cold soon. He gently rose from the tub and lifted her from the water. She would stir against him and mumble against his chest. With great care he dried her body then slipped her into the bed and covered her up. She rolled gently to her side and wiggled until she settled.
He desired a drink, something on the strong side and he wished he had a bottle of Haldir's accursed brew. He found the clothing that had been provided for them and dressed quickly. Finding the leggings and tunic a perfect fit. The boots fit him like a glove and for a moment he marveled at how they seemed to just mold around his feet as if he wore nothing but he felt nothing against the bottom of his feet as he moved around the tent.
With a smile and a bit of a shrug Elthian stepped from the tent to seek himself a drink and found Vorondil crouched down at a fire outside. "Please join me gwanur, I thought perhaps you would like a drink once you were cleaned up."
Elthian moved closer to the fire and joined his new friend on a low stool that had been set there beside him. He was offered a bottle which Elthian look and lifted to his nose to smell the contents inside. He pulled the bottle away quickly and looked at it curiously.
Vorondil smiled and even chuckled a bit watching Elthian's reaction to just the smell. "It is a drink the humans of the east make. They use a local grain that grows in very wet fields and fruit. This one is made with plums. It has become popular amongst us elves. Go on try it."
He nudged Elthian gently and Elthian looked to him from the corner of his eye before lifting the bottle to his lips and taking a drink. The sweet alcoholic flavor ran over his tongue and his brows lifted in surprise at how good it actually was.
"See I told you." Vorondil spoke with a wide smile.
"Do you know where the rest of my friends are?" Elthian asked and took another drink.
"Well, I believe the wizard and Elrond are with the King. The Giantess has disappeared with Glorfindel. I have not seen the 2 ancients they seem to be patrolling the forest on their own. I am unsure about the others. "
"I am right here Elthian. Have you missed me?" Minol came sauntering into the glow of the fire. This made Elthian sigh deep and roll his eyes.
"Out of all of us you are the last one I wished to see Minol." He grumbled and drank more from the bottle.
" I do think you protest my presence far to much Elthian. " The demon crouched down near the fire and looked to the two fair haired elves. "Jeven and Tauriel are on their way here now. My son sleeps, He seems to have not really rested in a while. So I helped him. Hiroc and Hannibal will be here in the morning. " He lifted his finger to the sky. The full moon approaches and they need their time under the light."
Vorondil just stared at Minol. Having never seen him personally, He knew that the King had dealings with him in the past. What are curious was Elthian's reaction to him. There was no love lost there.
"So Minol what happens from here? We brought her to the east. We have met up with this surprise elven host of returned kin slayers. What now?" Elthian looked to Vorondil. " No offence meant gwanur."
"None taken." Vorondil laughed. " Though I do hope you will see me as more than that eventually."
"We travel with the elves until we don't." Minol gave one of his cryptic responses which had Elthian rolling his eyes again. His arms crossed over his broad chest and he eyed Minol.
"Elthian."
He heard his name called and lifted his eyes to see Tauriel and Jeven rushing closer. He rose and Tauriel first embraced him tightly, Then he felt Jeven's arms around them both.
"It is good to see you again dalninuk (brother)" Jeven said and let them go but he stayed right there close. Watching Tauriel cry on Elthian's shoulder. When she finally let him go she wiped at her eyes with her sleeve and looked to see the amused look in his eyes. She promptly punched him in the arm.
"I'm just happy." She said lowly.
"Of course you are." Elthian laughed and pulled her into another hug.
She was reunited with a good portion of her family among of the elven host. She was thrilled to see Jeven and Tauriel. Who told her about the road that was within a fog. She heard both perspectives. From one who could see and one who could not. She heard about a fight on the plains before the mountains. When they were rescued by the eastern elves much as she had been. Glorfindel told her about a side trip they took to rescue Mingos' elleth and how they had been treated within the son of Sauron's hold.
Juniper grinned, "He saved me as well." She said lowly and Glorfindel lifted a brow and listened. "This game he plays is just like Minol's, Mellon nin. There is betrayal in his ranks. He will know fear once again." She spoke and reached out to hold Glorfindel's hand. It was rough against her soft skin. Her small delicate fingers traced the lines of his fingers as she told him about Narl saving her from the attack and how Drannor came and healed her. How the message came to her about his plans. How she had heard of their side trip from the stork.
He knew her love of story telling and listening to talked for what seemed like hours and she told him how much she had dearly missed him while he was away.
Minogos finally arrived and went straight to see her. As she leaned in to listen to every word with excited eyes and a happy smile on her lips he found himself divulging the whole story about Bynsarda and his promise to her. Then his conversation headed towards Drannor and how they had grown up friends. How he had once called him brother and that there was more to him than the what was on the surface. She began to see the bigger picture. His story was vast, even more so than hers. She slipped into his lap and hugged him closely. They embraced and took comfort in one another for several moments. His instinctive need to protect the fairy grew stronger the closer he was to her. He thanked his father for that.
Gandalf and Elrond came to see her together. They of course took on more fatherly roles towards the fae. Being more and more concerned for her well being the closer they became to the Dark Lord. She told him about Elladan and his return to the Alliance army. How they had found the palantir and his new Elleth. Elrond was pleased to hear of this. More so was Gandalf.
Hannibal's visit was the longest. She was reunited with her father. They one that raised her and cared for her over the span of ages. They spoke little, instead he just held her in his lap and wrapped her tightly in his warm embrace. No words needed be spoken for him to know everything and over the course of the next few weeks she spent much of her time in his care and often in the company of Hiroc. They being closest to her kind she could commune with them and gain strength.
She spent her time getting to know the sons of Feanor as well. Caranthir being rather forth coming and refreshing to be around. She found him easy to laugh and not at all quick to anger as was his reputation. There was always something to laugh about when he was present.
Curufin spent time telling her about everything but the evil he had done. His conversation often drifted to that of his son. Whom he was rather proud of and all the things he had accomplished. When she pressed him to tell her more about the wars he refused and simply said . "I dealt with it all in Mandos. I accepted that I would never be allowed into aman but because I was remorseful and had a desire to do right I was gifted with being returned to Middle Earth. I now have the chance to be what I should have been all along. I do not dwell on my past deeds." She accepted this. After all it was his second chance.
Celegorm was indeed very easy to look on, being called fair was not just because of his hair color. She found she had much in common with him, especially when it came to nature. He would walk with her in the woods when it was safe and they would talk endlessly about the forest of valinor. He missed his Lord and friend Orome who was a Vala and he was most at peace when he was within the embrace of the forest. He marveled at how everything sprang to life around her. How every step brought forth vivid green grasses under her feet. They connected on all of this deeply and he vowed before everyone that he would protect her with his life.
Maedhros was the most aloof of them all. He was polite towards her, His voice always gentle. Yet he would not speak with her much at all and often avoided her. Until the day came when she was sitting with Narl, deep in conversation about the life of the first orc. This was a topic he was very curious about and it was that curiosity that won out. Eventually, after listening in from near by he joined them near the fire they sat near and listened to Narl. He was fascinated that there were untainted orc in the world. Ones that were created by Morgoth yet having been freed of his influence shortly after their creation and being away from him for ages. Generations of them had been born and they were pure in spirit and mind.
Finally Maedhros would open up to the fae. The oath he made to his father had been terrible and he was still scarred by his deeds. He felt guilt over it all still, especially where his brother Maglor was concerned. He having pushed him to retrieve the last 2 silmarils thus ending in their demise. Though strangely enough Maglor had not made it to Mandos. The uncertainty of his brothers fate weight on him like a mountain. In the end Narl would place an arm on his shoulders to comfort him and Juniper held his hand. "We will find out Maedhros, together we will find out. Until then let your thoughts only be gentle. You have been granted something wonderful. Do not squander it in regret but look to new beginnings." She said and her words brought some peace to his fea.
The weeks passed and they fell into the lull of the road. They had for the most part gone unchallenged along the way. Though the scouts often killed small roving bands of orc and goblins. She imagined Thranduil and the rest of her family was being hammered upon hard. Morgoths eye focused on them for the time being which allowed Thingol's army to advance with ease. This was not lost on Thingol at all. It made his heart heavy to know so many were suffering while he moved along in comfort.
The moon was coming into his full brightness. She felt the pull to bask in it's glow and the urge to mate. With Hiroc and Hannibal on guard she wandered towards a hill in a clearing where the moons light rained down on her and made her glow with silver light. Elthian finding her there sitting upon fresh green grass that was now sprouting down the hill as he moved up it. Soon the sounds of the camp faded into a gentle hum in the background and he lowered down to sit beside her.
Her light form leaned against his arm and she sighed contently. He smiled to himself and said nothing. There was no need for words in these moments. He felt her love for him and she his for her. Soon she shifted to straddle his lap her small fingers tugging at his tunic so her hands could slide under it. The warmth of his skin passing under the whisper touch of her small finger tips. His arms wrapping around her holding her closely until one large hand cupped the back of her head and he drew her in for a tender kiss.
She sweetly returned the kiss as his smooth skin was gripped by her fingers, pulling herself in closer and his senses were assaulted in the most erotic way. The air around him was heady with the scent of fresh earth and wild flowers fresh in the bloom. With a small growl in his throat she was lain back in the thick soft grass. His clothing was suddenly rather restrictive. He felt like he was being crushed under the weight of a tunic and leggings, He peeled away the layers and kissed her between them.
She was an eager one that night. Squirming under him as he hurried to undress everything she thought about were ways to tease him. He was feeling this, every bit of arousal from her doubled his. He took her with a bit of urgency. Filling her quickly and making her moan in delight.
Minol was keenly aware of the state of the union, her emotions seemed rather potent. Though he was composed enough to watch those around him. Noting that none of the returned seemed affected, the humans were among those few that were. He was drawn to a group of them moving through the camp slowly. A bottle being passed between them. Following them in a way the would not be seen then strode through the camp towards the sound of music. This music heavy with the beat of drums.
There in the middle of the human camp was a celebration. There was food. There was drink and there was dancing. Wild rhythmic dancing, with swaying hips that thrust every so often. With a grin the demon sauntered into the camp and allowed himself to be revealed . He charmed them easily and soon her was drunk on wine and spinning around a fire with these eastern humans. Finding just as delightful as those from the south in many aspects. They did not see him as evil. Not in the least, after all he was the one responsible for them even surviving as they did. If anyone was going to be allowed within it was him.
Minol was celebrating as well. His reasons were ambiguous to say the least.
She clung to him and cried out with her back arched and everything shaking. Leaving Elthian feeling rather full of himself for a moment. He felt her nudging against him to roll over. Which he did and she quickly was atop of him . His flesh being ground against her. She could hear the music from the hill. She swayed to it and licked her lips slowly. Her eyes following his every movement and he falls under the effects of her once again. She lifted her silvery wings behind her and his view suddenly became magical. Glittering dust fell from her wings in a sea of glowing embers the faded to be replaced by more even more beautiful than the last .
She kissed him in a rather demanding way and he just gave into whatever she wished of him. He more and more enthralled by her charms. He was absolutely aching for her. His hands lay on the curve of her hips and he pulled her to him with more force. She would grin and pull his hands away and lay them beside his head. She held them in place as she moved against him. Dragging her body against him and rolling her hips until she felt him against her slick flesh.
Only then did she release his arms and begin something that he perhaps was not ready for but he welcomed and embraced just the same. She lifted up her hips rocking as her wings fluttered filling the air with stars then she saw it. There in the center of his pleasure was the warmest light he had ever seen. He was seeing her at her core. So much brighter than he imagined even the silmarils. So much more than he and she wanted him she was calling to him and he wanted to .
He wanted to see the place where time stood still, she had tried to explain it to him and even Thranduil had a hard time putting it into words. He just had to take one more step just reach out. Yet he could not and slowly he was brought back and thrust back into the throes of passion. Her breast were thrust forward . Her hands in his and neither could hold back. suddenly the hill blossomed with little white sweet smelling flowers. The love making that night was different far more than he had even experienced with her and he had his way with her before falling asleep under the stars.
Minol stopped for a moment and gasped realizing that Elthian had faced a test and made a choice that he was not expecting.
That morning Elthian awoke to find himself in a sea of wildflowers and a deep grey sky. Thankfully the sun had not yet risen. By his side lay a very asleep juniper curled into a little ball under his cloak. He chuckled softly and turned towards her. Kissing along her arm slowly until she began to stir. "Wake up Meleth. Let get some breakfast we had a rather long night." She murmured and rolled over slowly her eyes barely opening. A small hand slapped lightly at his cheek and she smiled at him in a goofy way. "Why did you have to say breakfast? I'm starving but care barely move yet."
Elthian left her warm inside his cloak as he found his clothing scattered over the hill. He felt somewhat invigorated by what he had experienced that night and she did not even mention it. He carried her down the hill and into the camp. It was already being taken down and he slipped her within their tent before running off to grab breakfast while his beloved cleaned up.
Soon enough they were both huddled around a fire and stuffing their faces with porridge and sausage while catching up Tauriel and Jeven.
The road was the same. A long day of travel with few stops. Juniper rode with Hannibal most of the day. She small and curled up against his neck and hidden by his hair. A place she had often slept when it was just she and he in his woods. She was sleeping a lot lately. Which was now getting more notice, especially from those who knew her best. Though when she was awake she was her usual self.
The trees became thinner within a few days and the elven host would be marching in more open area. Things would become rather tense from here on out. The army would always be on ready. War could come for them at any time.
The sun was setting upon a certain flower covered hill. Moving on top of it was the largest nastiest warg of them all. The scent there attracted him and thus this attracted his rider. They needed to avoid the elven host and that might prove to be difficult. Turning back was the only answer and coming around them. Their Master but be told.
