Dream Warrior
Author: Heather Lynn
Email: ring_of_adament@yahoo.com
HET/ NC-17
Haldir/Lirimaer
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J R R Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended
Summary: This story begins in the year 3018 (S.R. 1418), the same time that Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin have begun their journey. They are now with Aragorn, having left Amon Sûl (Weathertop) after battling the ringwraiths. Arwen Evenstar has Frodo and is taking him to Rivendell. Lirimaer is an elf from Rivendell who journeys to Lothlórien to speak to Galadriel about the haunting nightmare she repeatedly has. Haldir comes across her along the way and he leads her to Lórien.
Notes: While writing this, I followed the Tolkien's books and the two movies and made up a few things as well. My timeline does not coincide with the books, only to try to keep things short! The numbers after a sentence means there is a definition at the end of the chapter. I hope the translations are correct, if not please email me so I can make any necessary repairs. I hope to add drawings soon, having just moved I will need some time. I hope you enjoy my first fan fic I've ever written, please let me know what you think! This fan fic was also part of the www.haldir-lives.org Fan Fic Challenge.
Chapter 8 – Miruvor Can Be Dangerous 1
By the time Elladan and Elrohir came back, Lirimaer was dressed and Haldir had a fire roaring. They managed to get a couple of pheasants, which were quickly plucked and dressed. Elladan and Elrohir couldn't help but notice the anxiety between Lirimaer and Haldir. Elladan just smiled. Elrohir figured Haldir must have said something to upset Lirimaer again.
They promptly cooked the birds and put out the fire. No need to draw attention to themselves. Elladan proved to be an excellent cook. He roasted the pheasants with wild herbs he found growing in the woods. He also made a stew with the dried fruit and some nuts he had found. Everything was delicious. Elladan and Elrohir chatted amongst themselves but couldn't help but notice how quiet Lirimaer and Haldir were.
Elrohir took the dishes down to the river to wash them. Elladan decided it would be a good time to go for a walk with him, to leave the others with their thoughts. "How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?" Haldir asked.
"My shoulder aches a bit. I'll be fine. The air sure cooled down quickly now that the sun is down," she said through chattering teeth. Without a fire it would be a chilly evening. Before she knew it, Haldir was wrapping a blanket around her shoulders.
"You can have my blanket. I am not cold. I am used to sleeping under the stars." He pulled a flask out of his pack and handed it to her. "Take a sip, but only a sip. It is quite powerful. It will help warm you."
"What is it?" Lirimaer asked.
"It is Miruvor."
She never drank Miruvor before. Lirimaer put the flask to her lips. She let the sweet liquid pour down her throat, feeling it burn all the way down. It was wonderful! Then she drank another large mouthful.
"Enough!" laughed Haldir. "You are going to be quite intoxicated!" He took the flask back from her and took a small sip himself before putting it in his cloak pocket.
Lirimaer was surprised with the change in the arrogant elf. He was actually quite pleasant now. It was … nice. "How long before we reach Lothlórien?"
"I figure we have another 35 leagues to go. Almost another two days before we reach the Celebrant."
"I can hardly wait to get there! To finally meet the Lord and Lady of the Galadhrim!" she said dreamily. "And I've always wanted to see the mellyrn trees. I have heard they are beautiful in the spring with their golden leaves falling to the forest floor and new leaves already growing on the branches. It must be lovely." Lirimaer was starting to feel the affects of the Miruvor. She was quite warm all over. She was also feeling quite tipsy and began to giggle.
"What is so funny?" Haldir asked, smiling at her.
"I don't really know!" giggling once again. She turned and looked at him. "You know, you are really quite handsome when you're not scowling. You ought to smile more often."
Haldir felt his face flush. "You unquestionably drank too much. Perhaps you should try to get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
"You don't take compliments too well, do you?" Lirimaer said, getting up and sitting herself down next to Haldir, almost falling in his lap. She stared long and hard at his face. He would not make eye contact.
"What happened to Elladan and Elrohir? They have been gone for a long time." He needed to get away from her. "Perhaps I should go check on them." He suddenly felt her hand in his hair. He reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. "What are you doing?"
"You are hurting me!" she cried out. "I was trying to pluck a leaf from your hair. It is tangled. Hold still."
She reached up and tried to remove the leaf. His hair was glorious! Before she realized what she was doing, she had taken a golden lock and was brushing it against her cheek. What brought her around was a moan coming from Haldir. He was looking at her with fiery eyes. She felt like they were burning right through her. Why was she doing this! Surely it was the Miruvor going to her head.
She reached out and brushed her fingertips along the side of his face. She traced the contours of his jawbone. Before she knew it, she was tracing his lower lip with a single digit. What it must feel like to kiss this mouth! A fire was burning up her insides. This was more than just the Miruvor.
As if her sitting so close to him wasn't bad enough, now she was touching him! Haldir was shocked when he heard the moan escape from his throat. She seemed to have a power over him. He had a hard time controlling himself around her. Her finger was on his mouth! He looked in her eyes. They were full of want. It made him ache all over. She ran her hand down his neck, down to his chest. His leather leggings were getting uncomfortable as he swelled inside them. It was too much!
He grabbed her wrist once more. He saw that he had caused her pain once again. He started to massage the red fingerprints he had made on her white flesh. She had beautiful hands with long fingers. He desperately wanted to feel them against his skin again. He had to stop this. "It is time for you to get some rest. You need to recover from your wound."
He was not ready for what happened next. Lirimaer with her free hand grabbed him by the back of the head and pressed her lips fully on his!
She couldn't control herself anymore. Her hunger had taken control. The heat of his lips sent a shock through her system. She moaned deeply as his tongue darted into her mouth seeking hers. She ran her fingers along the side of his face, finding an ear. She ran a fingertip along the edge to the tip, dragging another moan out of Haldir. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her into his lap. He slowly traced his hands up her back, leaving her skin tingling in their path. His fingers were in her silken hair. He was consumed in her honeyed kiss. She could feel him growing hard beneath her. Not wanting it to end, she finally broke the kiss in need for air.
He looked into her beautiful green eyes. This is wrong! She is drunk. I cannot do this!
"I think we came back too soon, brother!" remarked Elladan to Elrohir.
1. Miruvor – a warming and powerful restorative – a cordial made from honey – used by the Fellowship to keep from freezing to death during a blizzard on heights of Caradhras.