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Thank you all for reviewing, and here are some of my thoughts on the reviews. Pivotal event? Now, now, don't go looking ahead; my poor twisted mind is not that crazy. though you will see. I am so glad that there are more Haldir lovers out there then just me, and I hope you enjoy this story.
I portray Haldir as I imagine him to be; a sweet caring elf, though at the same time hard, and a captain of Lorien. I hope you enjoy Fan fic, and remember; I love and need reviews!! BTW, sorry it took so long for the second chapter, .. Finals 'er a coming.
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Be Warned: Nudity, and lots of it. but no sex, .. not yet anyway.
Disclaimer: All names and places belong to Professor Tolkien, save Losillewen, my own creation.
This story takes place before the ring was found by Gollum; a few years after Celebrian's marriage to Elrond.
~Nightfall~
Losillewen awoke hours later, now finding that she was lying atop a soft bed, though where she was eluded her. Deep brown eyes flickered open, looking around as best they could without moving. A head appeared next to her, and she laughed, recognizing the face.
"Aiya Melamin." {Hello My Love,} Haldir said, with a grin on his face, as he sat down beside her, his hand gently touching her cheek. "Well, Losillewen, it appears that you did not succeed in escaping.. Though I believe I might have cheated a little," he continued, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.
"You are quite mischievous Meldanya," {My beloved,} Losillewen replied, but then furrowed her brow. "Why was I knocked unconscious?" She questioned, her eyes studying his face.
"M'lady, do you not think that it made things more intriguing?" He answered, though at the same time posing a query.
Losillewen raised an eyebrow, though was on the verge of laughing. "Who else helped you 'detain' me? For I know that there were at least two of you." she queried, intent upon changing the subject, somewhat; and on knowing who her 'captors' were.
"My two faithful brothers, who are now far away." Haldir said, grinning wickedly, "Therefore, I have you all to myself."
Losillewen again glared at him, "Haldir, you know we-" But she was cut off, for a moment before Haldir had moved swiftly on top of her, and now he held her lips in his, in a warm kiss. His hands rested one on her wrists, and his legs rested on either side of her stomach. Without coming out of the kiss, Haldir slowly put his weight down, pushing on her stomach. He continued placing his weight on her mid-drift, until he thought that she must indeed be in great pain. But the princess did not show it; yet. Haldir pushed down harder and harder, and finally, out of the corner of his eye he saw her hands in fists, her nails digging into her skin, but still she made no sound. Chuckling silently to himself, he pushed harder, forcing all his weight on her. Losillewen was aware of all, and pain was occurring through her mid-drift, but she was a princess, and refused to make a sound. She endeavored to squirm her wrists free of Haldir's grasp, or come out of the kiss; but was to no avail. Haldir could feel her struggle, but was relentless to move, least all his effort would be lost. He pushed down even harder, and could hear her release the breath she had been holding. This was his chance. Mercilessly, he pressed down. Losillewen moaned; the sound Haldir had been waiting for; the sound of surrender. Finally he took his weight off her mid-drift, and reluctantly released from the kiss. "That was not so bad, now was it, m'lady?" he questioned, tone nonchalant. "Haldir.. It was.. Pleasurable, but you know we shouldn't.." Losillewen replied, her eyes soft. "Do not worry, my love, no one will know." Haldir replied, hands slowly moving to the clasps on the front of her dress. Losillewen simply sighed, a smile tugging at the ends of her lips. Haldir quirked an eyebrow, unbuckling the last of the clasps on her gown. The Princess' eyes met those of her love; they stayed thus for a few moments, before Haldir gradually slid the dress off her. Losillewen tensed. Never before had she been so bare to anyone's eyes. "Now, now, M'love, do not worry.. I shall not harm you," Haldir soothed, in the softest voice he could ensue. Losillewen smiled, a twinkle in her eye. "Thank you, Haldir," she said, quickly glancing outside through the only window in the small flet. "But I really must be going; Mother and Father will be worried." Losillewen replied, moving as best she could to a sitting position. Haldir smiled, gently pushing Losillewen down to her back once again. "They will not be worried, I assure you; I have secrets also." He answered, leaning down to kiss her. Losillewen withdrew, swiftly turning Haldir over on his back, so now she was on top of him. The gown lay on her shoulders, though still revealed some cleavage. "You must read my mind, my love. For while I did not mean for it to begin this way.. The ending proves to be most splendid." Never before in their past had either one had any intimacy like this; and both were enjoying every minute of it, even though it had barely started. Suddenly, a soft whistle coming from outside the flet shattered the peace. Slowly, Losillewen rose, a somewhat hurt expression on her face. She pulled her dress about her, and went to the small window in the talen. "Tancale?" {Yes?} Losillewen said, peering out into the twilight. "I bring word to the Princess," A voice answered. "This is she." Losillewen replied, glancing back at Haldir before focusing her attention on the messenger. "The Lady Galadriel wishes you to return to Caras Galadhon; immediately." The Elf answered. Losillewen sighed, "Does she not know that I am busy?" "I beg your pardon, M'lady, but she said that it was of utmost importance." He again said. This time Losillewen did not counter, knowing that she did indeed have to return to her Parents. "I will be back by rasta (midnight)." Losillewen replied, leaving the window and walking back to Haldir. "My love. I desire to stay here with you, but my Father will not have it." She spoke as one who was revealing a long kept secret, though it was well known to most residents in Caras Galdhon that Lord Celeborn wished for his daughter to wed a prince, or one of high rank; of which Haldir was neither. "I wish to be with you, forever.. But it is forbidden; as of yet." Losillewen smiled a little, and continued. "This seems to be our first night together, and our last, unfortunately." Pain was visible in her eyes as she spoke, gradually lying next to her love; her gown was once again open, revealing her soft breasts and womanhood. "I promise that this will not be the last night, M'love, somehow I will find a way to be near you, even if it means that I must defy your father. But, Losillewen, you know that he cannot keep us apart. and once he realizes that he might finally let us be together. But come, Melamin, if this is to be our last for a long time, then let us make these last few hours a time to remember." Haldir said, drawing her into a kiss, while at the same time removing her gown and tossing it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Swiftly he became on top of her, a grin tugging at his lips. "So easy you are to conquer, M'lady,"
"It would not be easy, Haldir, but here you have a willing prisoner." Just to prove her point, with a few quick moves she was on top, but quickly Haldir again gained the upper hand, and once again he was atop. The March warden leaned forward, encasing her lips in his, while slowly moving his hands down to her breasts. Losillewen moaned softly in irritation as his lips withdrew, tracing down her neck, though stopping to glance up at her before his lips went to her snowy mounds. She raised an eyebrow in question as he stopped, looking down at him with a smile on her face, her hands moving through his blond hair. Seeing as she was enjoying this, he continued, though this time with his tongue rather then lips. The Princess tensed as his tongue brushed passed the peak of her breast, resting there for a moment, before trailing to the opposite one. Haldir remained there for a few moments, though slowly he moved further south, and once at her hips he trailed there for a moment, admiring the softness of her pale skin. Gradually he removed his tongue, bringing his hands down, further then her hips. Here Losillewen stopped him. "Haldir, as much as I want to, I cannot. We cannot. I am sorry, Melamin, but such intimacy I am not ready for."
An entreating look appeared in Haldir's eyes, but he respected her decision, and brought his lips to hers. "M'love.. I am sorry, I thought that was what you wanted." He replied, drawing back from the kiss and looking into her eyes.
"I do want it, Haldir, but I fear that."she stopped, careful of her words.
"Fear what, Meldanya? What do you fear?" Haldir questioned, furrowing his brow.
"I fear my Mother, Lady Galadriel, I can block most of my thoughts, being her daughter, but not all. She is wise, m'love, and I do not wish her to find out, not with times as they are." Losillewen replied, rising from the bed and clasping her gown around her.
That look in her eyes.. That one look made Haldir's heart skip a beat. He knew she wanted the intimacy, but she was right. It would be hectic if either of her parents found out. Galadriel was neutral to them, but she was honest to Celeborn, and she would tell him most of what she knew; all of what she knew concerning their daughter. As she was preparing to leave, Haldir rapidly leapt to her side. "M'love, you cannot go. I can't bear to live without you,"
"Nor I you, Haldir, but our time will have to wait." She answered.
And with that the Princess dropped lightly to the forest floor, whistling softly for her steed. A few moments later a great black Stallion appeared, which she mounted, and with one last wave to Haldir, she urged her mount into a gallop towards Caras Galadhon.
Haldir witnessed this with tears brewing in his blue eyes, and as much as he desired Losillewen, he could not have her.
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A/N Don't you want to cry? Yes, I know, 'tis sad. and I sure hope you don't think it is turning into a MS, because it isn't. I will never allow any of my fan fics to be a MS. Now, for the next bit of the story before the end of the chapter..
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Losillewen arrived in Caras Galadhon half passed resta, and as she made her way to the main flet of the tree realm she noticed that she got a lot of strange looks from other elves. Is something wrong? She pondered, finally stopping an elf to ask her what was happening.
"Why are elves staring?" Losillewen queried, an eyebrow raised.
The elf maiden bowed as the princess addressed her, answering slowly. "Lord Celeborn was not happy when you did not come to Caras Galadhon with the message.. Please be careful M'lady, I hear he is not in the best of moods."
Losillewen nodded, thanking the elf profoundly for the piece of information.
The Princess did not flinch when her father's head jerked up as she entered; he was glaring daggers.
"What is the meaning of this, Losillewen? I thought I could trust you to obey my orders." Lord Celeborn said, trying his best to remain composed.
Losillewen knew better then to beat around the bush with her father; obviously he knew that she had been with Haldir. Someone had betrayed her; someone had seen her in the tree. "I did my best not to break your orders, Atar, but it is awfully hard when you forbid me to speak with someone I have feelings for." She answered, her tone calm.
"Feelings?!" Celeborn said, now outraged. "Feelings?! More then feelings, My dear princess. You love him! And you should know better then to let your feelings fall for one of so low rank. Yes, Haldir is a good elf, but he is not royalty, My Daughter!" Even though the Lord of Lorien did seem to be overreacting, all he really wanted was his daughter to have the best; and a captain of Lorien was not what he had in mind.
"Rank is not everything Father! Aye, I love him! I desire to be with him with my whole heart, and if that means that I must defy you, then so be it!" Losillewen countered, no longer the peaceful elf that was standing there a moment ago.
"Hold your vile tongue!" Celeborn shouted, now standing.
Here Galadriel finally cut in. "Cease the incessant arguing this moment!" she said, resting a hand on Celeborn's shoulder. "Your behavior is not tolerable either Losillewen." She added, her tone hard, though there was a slight bit of sympathy in her eyes.
"Losillewen," Celeborn said, his tone calm once again, "You will not see that elf again."
The princess was prepared to counter her father's statement, but a quick glance from Galadriel silenced her. Instead she turned, fleeing from the room.
"Follow her!" Celeborn swiftly said, sitting down. "Galadriel.. What am I to do?"
"It is your decision, no one can make it for you. You may let her roam, and hope that she obeys your commands, or assign guards to her, though I am not much in favor of the latter." Galadriel replied.
Celeborn nodded slowly. "I have made my choice. You will accompany me to her quarters in the morning, then I will tell her."
At that moment the guards that had followed Losillewen returned, bowing before the Lord and Lady.
"She is in her room, Lord," one of them said.
Celeborn nodded again, waving them off. "She had better stay there," he added in an undertone, so only Galadriel could hear.
"She will, Celeborn, she will."
And with that they both went to their own quarters, awaiting the morning.
Losillewen had ran to her room, burying her head in her pillow. After crying much, she finally drifted off to sleep, only to wake to her parents standing before her, bearing news.
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A/N Thank you all for reading, now PLEASE Review!!! You don't know how much it hurts to wake up in the morning to see that no one has reviewed. Hope you enjoyed it, and sorry it took so long to update. Next chapter will come soon!!
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Thank you all for reviewing, and here are some of my thoughts on the reviews. Pivotal event? Now, now, don't go looking ahead; my poor twisted mind is not that crazy. though you will see. I am so glad that there are more Haldir lovers out there then just me, and I hope you enjoy this story.
I portray Haldir as I imagine him to be; a sweet caring elf, though at the same time hard, and a captain of Lorien. I hope you enjoy Fan fic, and remember; I love and need reviews!! BTW, sorry it took so long for the second chapter, .. Finals 'er a coming.
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Be Warned: Nudity, and lots of it. but no sex, .. not yet anyway.
Disclaimer: All names and places belong to Professor Tolkien, save Losillewen, my own creation.
This story takes place before the ring was found by Gollum; a few years after Celebrian's marriage to Elrond.
~Nightfall~
Losillewen awoke hours later, now finding that she was lying atop a soft bed, though where she was eluded her. Deep brown eyes flickered open, looking around as best they could without moving. A head appeared next to her, and she laughed, recognizing the face.
"Aiya Melamin." {Hello My Love,} Haldir said, with a grin on his face, as he sat down beside her, his hand gently touching her cheek. "Well, Losillewen, it appears that you did not succeed in escaping.. Though I believe I might have cheated a little," he continued, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.
"You are quite mischievous Meldanya," {My beloved,} Losillewen replied, but then furrowed her brow. "Why was I knocked unconscious?" She questioned, her eyes studying his face.
"M'lady, do you not think that it made things more intriguing?" He answered, though at the same time posing a query.
Losillewen raised an eyebrow, though was on the verge of laughing. "Who else helped you 'detain' me? For I know that there were at least two of you." she queried, intent upon changing the subject, somewhat; and on knowing who her 'captors' were.
"My two faithful brothers, who are now far away." Haldir said, grinning wickedly, "Therefore, I have you all to myself."
Losillewen again glared at him, "Haldir, you know we-" But she was cut off, for a moment before Haldir had moved swiftly on top of her, and now he held her lips in his, in a warm kiss. His hands rested one on her wrists, and his legs rested on either side of her stomach. Without coming out of the kiss, Haldir slowly put his weight down, pushing on her stomach. He continued placing his weight on her mid-drift, until he thought that she must indeed be in great pain. But the princess did not show it; yet. Haldir pushed down harder and harder, and finally, out of the corner of his eye he saw her hands in fists, her nails digging into her skin, but still she made no sound. Chuckling silently to himself, he pushed harder, forcing all his weight on her. Losillewen was aware of all, and pain was occurring through her mid-drift, but she was a princess, and refused to make a sound. She endeavored to squirm her wrists free of Haldir's grasp, or come out of the kiss; but was to no avail. Haldir could feel her struggle, but was relentless to move, least all his effort would be lost. He pushed down even harder, and could hear her release the breath she had been holding. This was his chance. Mercilessly, he pressed down. Losillewen moaned; the sound Haldir had been waiting for; the sound of surrender. Finally he took his weight off her mid-drift, and reluctantly released from the kiss. "That was not so bad, now was it, m'lady?" he questioned, tone nonchalant. "Haldir.. It was.. Pleasurable, but you know we shouldn't.." Losillewen replied, her eyes soft. "Do not worry, my love, no one will know." Haldir replied, hands slowly moving to the clasps on the front of her dress. Losillewen simply sighed, a smile tugging at the ends of her lips. Haldir quirked an eyebrow, unbuckling the last of the clasps on her gown. The Princess' eyes met those of her love; they stayed thus for a few moments, before Haldir gradually slid the dress off her. Losillewen tensed. Never before had she been so bare to anyone's eyes. "Now, now, M'love, do not worry.. I shall not harm you," Haldir soothed, in the softest voice he could ensue. Losillewen smiled, a twinkle in her eye. "Thank you, Haldir," she said, quickly glancing outside through the only window in the small flet. "But I really must be going; Mother and Father will be worried." Losillewen replied, moving as best she could to a sitting position. Haldir smiled, gently pushing Losillewen down to her back once again. "They will not be worried, I assure you; I have secrets also." He answered, leaning down to kiss her. Losillewen withdrew, swiftly turning Haldir over on his back, so now she was on top of him. The gown lay on her shoulders, though still revealed some cleavage. "You must read my mind, my love. For while I did not mean for it to begin this way.. The ending proves to be most splendid." Never before in their past had either one had any intimacy like this; and both were enjoying every minute of it, even though it had barely started. Suddenly, a soft whistle coming from outside the flet shattered the peace. Slowly, Losillewen rose, a somewhat hurt expression on her face. She pulled her dress about her, and went to the small window in the talen. "Tancale?" {Yes?} Losillewen said, peering out into the twilight. "I bring word to the Princess," A voice answered. "This is she." Losillewen replied, glancing back at Haldir before focusing her attention on the messenger. "The Lady Galadriel wishes you to return to Caras Galadhon; immediately." The Elf answered. Losillewen sighed, "Does she not know that I am busy?" "I beg your pardon, M'lady, but she said that it was of utmost importance." He again said. This time Losillewen did not counter, knowing that she did indeed have to return to her Parents. "I will be back by rasta (midnight)." Losillewen replied, leaving the window and walking back to Haldir. "My love. I desire to stay here with you, but my Father will not have it." She spoke as one who was revealing a long kept secret, though it was well known to most residents in Caras Galdhon that Lord Celeborn wished for his daughter to wed a prince, or one of high rank; of which Haldir was neither. "I wish to be with you, forever.. But it is forbidden; as of yet." Losillewen smiled a little, and continued. "This seems to be our first night together, and our last, unfortunately." Pain was visible in her eyes as she spoke, gradually lying next to her love; her gown was once again open, revealing her soft breasts and womanhood. "I promise that this will not be the last night, M'love, somehow I will find a way to be near you, even if it means that I must defy your father. But, Losillewen, you know that he cannot keep us apart. and once he realizes that he might finally let us be together. But come, Melamin, if this is to be our last for a long time, then let us make these last few hours a time to remember." Haldir said, drawing her into a kiss, while at the same time removing her gown and tossing it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Swiftly he became on top of her, a grin tugging at his lips. "So easy you are to conquer, M'lady,"
"It would not be easy, Haldir, but here you have a willing prisoner." Just to prove her point, with a few quick moves she was on top, but quickly Haldir again gained the upper hand, and once again he was atop. The March warden leaned forward, encasing her lips in his, while slowly moving his hands down to her breasts. Losillewen moaned softly in irritation as his lips withdrew, tracing down her neck, though stopping to glance up at her before his lips went to her snowy mounds. She raised an eyebrow in question as he stopped, looking down at him with a smile on her face, her hands moving through his blond hair. Seeing as she was enjoying this, he continued, though this time with his tongue rather then lips. The Princess tensed as his tongue brushed passed the peak of her breast, resting there for a moment, before trailing to the opposite one. Haldir remained there for a few moments, though slowly he moved further south, and once at her hips he trailed there for a moment, admiring the softness of her pale skin. Gradually he removed his tongue, bringing his hands down, further then her hips. Here Losillewen stopped him. "Haldir, as much as I want to, I cannot. We cannot. I am sorry, Melamin, but such intimacy I am not ready for."
An entreating look appeared in Haldir's eyes, but he respected her decision, and brought his lips to hers. "M'love.. I am sorry, I thought that was what you wanted." He replied, drawing back from the kiss and looking into her eyes.
"I do want it, Haldir, but I fear that."she stopped, careful of her words.
"Fear what, Meldanya? What do you fear?" Haldir questioned, furrowing his brow.
"I fear my Mother, Lady Galadriel, I can block most of my thoughts, being her daughter, but not all. She is wise, m'love, and I do not wish her to find out, not with times as they are." Losillewen replied, rising from the bed and clasping her gown around her.
That look in her eyes.. That one look made Haldir's heart skip a beat. He knew she wanted the intimacy, but she was right. It would be hectic if either of her parents found out. Galadriel was neutral to them, but she was honest to Celeborn, and she would tell him most of what she knew; all of what she knew concerning their daughter. As she was preparing to leave, Haldir rapidly leapt to her side. "M'love, you cannot go. I can't bear to live without you,"
"Nor I you, Haldir, but our time will have to wait." She answered.
And with that the Princess dropped lightly to the forest floor, whistling softly for her steed. A few moments later a great black Stallion appeared, which she mounted, and with one last wave to Haldir, she urged her mount into a gallop towards Caras Galadhon.
Haldir witnessed this with tears brewing in his blue eyes, and as much as he desired Losillewen, he could not have her.
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A/N Don't you want to cry? Yes, I know, 'tis sad. and I sure hope you don't think it is turning into a MS, because it isn't. I will never allow any of my fan fics to be a MS. Now, for the next bit of the story before the end of the chapter..
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Losillewen arrived in Caras Galadhon half passed resta, and as she made her way to the main flet of the tree realm she noticed that she got a lot of strange looks from other elves. Is something wrong? She pondered, finally stopping an elf to ask her what was happening.
"Why are elves staring?" Losillewen queried, an eyebrow raised.
The elf maiden bowed as the princess addressed her, answering slowly. "Lord Celeborn was not happy when you did not come to Caras Galadhon with the message.. Please be careful M'lady, I hear he is not in the best of moods."
Losillewen nodded, thanking the elf profoundly for the piece of information.
The Princess did not flinch when her father's head jerked up as she entered; he was glaring daggers.
"What is the meaning of this, Losillewen? I thought I could trust you to obey my orders." Lord Celeborn said, trying his best to remain composed.
Losillewen knew better then to beat around the bush with her father; obviously he knew that she had been with Haldir. Someone had betrayed her; someone had seen her in the tree. "I did my best not to break your orders, Atar, but it is awfully hard when you forbid me to speak with someone I have feelings for." She answered, her tone calm.
"Feelings?!" Celeborn said, now outraged. "Feelings?! More then feelings, My dear princess. You love him! And you should know better then to let your feelings fall for one of so low rank. Yes, Haldir is a good elf, but he is not royalty, My Daughter!" Even though the Lord of Lorien did seem to be overreacting, all he really wanted was his daughter to have the best; and a captain of Lorien was not what he had in mind.
"Rank is not everything Father! Aye, I love him! I desire to be with him with my whole heart, and if that means that I must defy you, then so be it!" Losillewen countered, no longer the peaceful elf that was standing there a moment ago.
"Hold your vile tongue!" Celeborn shouted, now standing.
Here Galadriel finally cut in. "Cease the incessant arguing this moment!" she said, resting a hand on Celeborn's shoulder. "Your behavior is not tolerable either Losillewen." She added, her tone hard, though there was a slight bit of sympathy in her eyes.
"Losillewen," Celeborn said, his tone calm once again, "You will not see that elf again."
The princess was prepared to counter her father's statement, but a quick glance from Galadriel silenced her. Instead she turned, fleeing from the room.
"Follow her!" Celeborn swiftly said, sitting down. "Galadriel.. What am I to do?"
"It is your decision, no one can make it for you. You may let her roam, and hope that she obeys your commands, or assign guards to her, though I am not much in favor of the latter." Galadriel replied.
Celeborn nodded slowly. "I have made my choice. You will accompany me to her quarters in the morning, then I will tell her."
At that moment the guards that had followed Losillewen returned, bowing before the Lord and Lady.
"She is in her room, Lord," one of them said.
Celeborn nodded again, waving them off. "She had better stay there," he added in an undertone, so only Galadriel could hear.
"She will, Celeborn, she will."
And with that they both went to their own quarters, awaiting the morning.
Losillewen had ran to her room, burying her head in her pillow. After crying much, she finally drifted off to sleep, only to wake to her parents standing before her, bearing news.
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A/N Thank you all for reading, now PLEASE Review!!! You don't know how much it hurts to wake up in the morning to see that no one has reviewed. Hope you enjoyed it, and sorry it took so long to update. Next chapter will come soon!!
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