Annoyances
Chapter five
The plot thickens
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(((( A/N well, here is another one, hope you like it.))))
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Élharma felt the solid wood of the door against her back. She was caught in another incredible, passionate kiss, Haldir's mouth and tongue assaulting her senses yet again. They hadn't made it inside. Almost, yet not quite. She reached under his shirt, stroking his sweating, sensitive skin with her hands. He groaned, his hips grinding against hers, making her aware of his almost painful need. He felt her smile.
"The ents would call you hasty." She whispered, nibbling lightly at the sensitive tip of his ear.
"They would be correct in their thinking." He murmured, Searching blindly for the latch that he knew had to be somewhere on this blasted door as she caught him in another maddeningly seductive kiss. He was desperate to rid them from the confines of their clothes. VERY desperate. He found it. Finally.
At that moment, Élharma felt something. Something in her mind. Someone was approaching. Quickly. She stepped lithely from between Haldir and the door just as the door swung inward and Haldir was catapulted into her quarters. There was a crash, and the door closed gently behind him.
"Galadriel, a pleasant surprise. What brings you to this part of Caras Galadhon?" Élharma greeted, just as the Lady of light stepped into view. With her was the Lord Celeborn and, quite surprisingly, the highly esteemed Glorfindel. Élharma greeted each one with a nod, quickly gathering what was left of her whit.
The lady appeared rather flustered, if one could call it that. Truthfully, she appeared the same as always, Élharma was just tapping into the lady's emotions.
"There is an emissary here from Durin's people," Galadriel began, quickly getting to the point, "And he apparently does not speak Westerneese. I need you to come and act as a translator."
The request was simple enough, so Élharma smiled slightly and bowed, "Of course, I am at your service, milady."
Of course, no matter what the request had been, Élharma would have gratefully accepted.
At that moment, there was another crash and some distinctly elfish swearing echoed from behind Élharma's door. Galadriel raised an eyebrow and Celeborn tried to hide the grin that threatened to spread across his face. Haldir emerged, his hair and face and the front of his tunic covered with a myriad of colorful, wet paint.
Élharma stifled a laugh. When Haldir saw Galadriel and Celeborn standing there, he quickly hid the indignation that had lighted onto his features. Straightening, he stiffly addressed the maiden, who was quickly turning many shades of red as she swallowed the giggles that rose in her throat, "You could have warned me."
She gasped, "Oh Haldir. I am so sorry. I completely forgot! Unomial asked if she could paint the view of Imladris from my window!"
He glared at her. Silence swept across the group. A large drip echoed through the passageway as blue paint dripped from Haldir's hair onto the floor.
Élharma smiled innocently, "Besides, you really do look rather good in blue."
Glorfindel turned away from them, his shoulders shaking with unbidden mirth. Galadriel, the only apparently unaffected one of the whole group addressed Haldir, "I am in need of Élharma's aide. When you feel recovered enough to resume your duties on the borders, report to Lord Celeborn."
Haldir, still glaring at the maiden started slightly, his attention suddenly drawn to Galadriel, "What? I thought…The ceremony…," He sputtered, confused.
Galadriel smiled lightly, "Of course, the bonding ceremony. After we clear up this slight problem with the dwarves, Celeborn and I will perform your ceremony."
Celeborn asked, "Will you be wearing that lovely blue color?"
Haldir reddened, trying very hard to mask the frustration, indignation and the sense of utter loss that he was feeling.
"As you wish, milady. As you wish." Haldir said to Galadriel as he excused himself with as much grace and dignity as he could gather.
The lady put her hand on Élharma's arm, "Come, we have work to do."
Élharma was curious, "How is it that a dwarfish emissaries are not speaking any westerneese? It seems kind of odd, don't you thing?"
"Well, they are speaking some form of westerneese, at least as far as we can tell. Unfortunately, we cannot understand enough of what they are trying to say to make any sense of it." Celeborn replied, "It seems an offshoot of standard westerneese with much dwarfish influence."
Élharma cocked her head and chuckled, "No, my lord. Forgive me if I sound out of line, but you are quite mistaken. I will have to hear them speak for myself, but I suspect that they are not speaking westerneese at all. From what it sounds like, they are speaking in the old traders language: westron."
Their conversation centered greatly around the traders language, with Celeborn and Glorfindel arguing that the language westron having died out a few hundred ages back, and Élharma countering that a strain of it was frequently used in the dwarfish communities. Galadriel listened, interested, but did not participate in the banter.
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Haldir, on the other hand, was not in any kind of good mood. His mood was uncharacteristically dark and moody, the pent up energy that had built within him but was being denied release sat like soured milk at the pit of his stomach. He walked stiffly, his face drawn into a harsh scowl as he gathered the things needed for a bath. Luckily, he passed very few elves on his way to the baths, for it was time for the evening meal.
As he slipped into the warm waters, he silently thanked the Valar, for he was in no mood to entertain any kind of company. Well, any kind of company other than Élharma. He wanted, no he needed to entertain her sweet company at the moment. His mind went to the maiden. No matter what she had done or could do to him, he could not stay angry at her for long. She was just to irresistible. In his mind he saw the vision of how she had looked that morning, standing there appearing particularly dangerous; he saw her as she had lain beneath him in the forest, her skin gently flushed and warm against his lips. The firm softness as he had held her wriggling hips between his thighs. The image that had haunted him all day. The image of their bodies hopelessly entwined, hot and sweating in the peak of their passions.
As he thought of her this way, he had begun to unconsciously stroke himself, once again bringing himself to the very brink of the release he needed so badly.
Suddenly, a female voice said, "You look like you could use some help." As he heard the unmistakable sound of a body slip into the water.
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