Title: Haldir and Elzabeth : The Epic

Pairing: Haldir/OFC

Author: Orlenda

Notes: My apologies to all of the book junkies, but this was
written based purely on the movies and what I have read in
other fanfics.

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Additional notes: If you want mood music for the love scene in this chapter, I had Summerbreze by Emiliana Torrini in mind when I wrote this.

Just Desserts

The next morning Haldir once again walked to Elzabeth's talan with a bowl of fruit. Again, he could hear her singing and stopped to listen. Elzabeth knew he was there as she sat leaning her elbows on the table. She enjoyed putting on a bit of a show for him. At the songs conclusion, he knocked. "Come in," Elzabeth said. "Eavesdropping again were we?" she smiled as he set down the bowl of fruit in front of her.

"Only wishing not to disturb you, milady." he said as he sat down.

She took a piece of fruit and this time Haldir did the same. He waited to eat with me, she thought, how nice. She pondered him for a moment then asked, "Alright, so I told you all about myself, tell me something about elves."

He took a moment to gather his thoughts. He explained that elves had much the same traits as she said she had and Elzabeth was surprised to find out that he was much older than she. She also found out that they were telepathic and that is why Galadriel was in her mind when they first met. When Haldir was done with his description he felt that he should question her about her ability to block the Lady from her mind, be decided against it. He did not wish to be too forward or alienate her at such an early stage.

"Are you ready to go then?" He asked.

"Definitely!"

"You may wish to bring your sword today so that we can see what you are capable of with that."

"Should I bring one or two?" she smiled.

Haldir chuckled, "Whatever suits you."

"Two it is then," she said as she attached them to herself. They then walked down to ground level and found a large clearing. Here, Haldir had some supplies including a longbow, arrows, a regular sword, what appeared to be lunch, and two of those swords with the s-curve to them.

Haldir followed her gaze to those swords, "I thought you might like to try those out as well."

"Yes, they are very interesting. I would very much like to learn."

"First, we will see what you already know," he said. "Would you like to start with swordsmanship, or hand-to-hand?"

"Oh start with the basics, hand-to-hand," she said as she removed her two swords. She wanted complete free range of motion for this. "Don't hold back on my account. I can take it," she added. Haldir nodded and their sparring commenced.

They went on for a few minutes and Elzabeth landed a good kick to Haldir's ribs. But then Haldir managed to get her feet out from under her and she landed on her knees on the ground. Before she knew it, Haldir had knelt directly behind her, pinning her legs between his. He grabbed her left wrist and cranked it behind her back, causing her to arch forward. He then used his right hand to grab a handful of her hair and tilted her head to the sky, exposing her neck. Elzabeth felt a jolt of electricity run through her due to his proximity, which made it very difficult for her to act. But act she did, drawing her knife from her ankle with her free hand and stopping it mere millimeters from Haldir's face. "I believe I have the upper hand," she stated.

"That's cheating, milady," he warned, his breath brushing her ear.

"I never said I fight fair," she teased. Haldir was happy to see that she could demonstrate some cunning in battle.

"I will admit defeat," he stated as he let go of her and stood. Elzabeth felt strangely bereft without his touch. She stood slowly and turned to face him. She hoped her flushed skin would not give her away. Perhaps he will think it is due to my exertion, she thought. They then sparred a few rounds with the regular swords. It turned out that they were a pretty fair match for one another and they each won a few of the rounds.

After eating lunch, they began practice with the elvish swords. Elzabeth watched Haldir closely and quickly learned the different positions and strokes. She thoroughly enjoyed this new sword; especially how well balanced it was in her hands. However, it was so long that she thought it would be impractical for traveling with. Being petite, she enjoyed her shorter swords. Haldir then took her to learn a bit of archery. She thoroughly enjoyed how closely he stood behind her as well as his touches to adjust her positioning. She turned out to be an adequate archer, and it was determined that she still required much practice. "I would be happy to give you lessons whenever you wish. You may keep the bow and arrows to come and practice on your own as well," Haldir stated.

"Thank you, it's a beautiful bow."

"You are very welcome. And now I believe that it is time for me to return you to your talan." They gathered up the various weapons and made their way back to Elzabeth's talan. "I will return these items to my talan and I will come back with your dinner."

"Let me help you carry all of that," Elzabeth offered.

Haldir looked at the awkward pile of things he had to carry and accepted her offer. Finally, she thought, I'm going to find out where he lives. She was surprised to find that his talan was so close to her own. It sent shivers down her spine thinking that he had a perfect view of the porch she had stood on, nearly naked, for the last two nights. She wondered if he looked. She wondered if he cared.

As they entered, Haldir thought quickly. "If you wish, you may stay and eat your dinner here," he offered with seeming nonchalance. He did not wish to appear too eager.

"Oh yes, that would be wonderful! I get lonely eating all by myself," she heartily accepted. During dinner they shared tales of various situations they had gotten into, and had many a laugh. Haldir watched Elzabeth laugh at a comment he had just made. Her smile made his soul sing, and her laugh made his heart do flips. What is this woman doing to me? he thought.

"So what's for dessert?" she asked, snapping him back to the present. She was leaning forward, allowing a glimpse of some cleavage.

I know what I want for dessert, he thought but wisely answered, "Unfortunately, I don't have much to offer."

You have plenty to offer, she thought looking him up and down. "That's a shame. I was really hoping for something special."

If he wasn't mistaken, he thought she was flirting with him. Especially because of that look over she gave him. His mind raced and he made a bold decision, "Ah, I could go for something sweet and succulent." She stared at him and he saw her eyes darken and her lips part in response to his tone.

"Perhaps we should stop dreaming about this dessert, and have some?" she stated with her eyebrows raised.

Haldir stood and walked around the table. Elzabeth moved only her eyes to watch where he was. As he circled behind her, he leaned down next to her right ear and breathed huskily, "Are you sure you want it?"

Elzabeth's heart raced and she made a barely audible, "Yes."

Haldir circled to her side, grasped both of her hands and gently pulled her to her feet. "What about pregnancy?" he asked with concern.

"Vampires don't reproduce by having sex, so I can't get pregnant. It's a trade off for immortality."

His face softened and he pulled her to him. He slowly leaned in for a kiss. His lips leisurely worked on hers at an agonizing pace that built up the delicious tension between them. Then he pulled away and stared into her eyes. They saw need and desire in the depths of each other's orbs. Haldir then lowered his head to her neck and started planting kisses there as he cupped her chin with his hand. He inched his way up to her ear and gently bit on her lobe. "Mmmm, luscious," he whispered in it. Elzabeth felt her knees go weak and clutched onto Haldir's biceps for support.

After regaining her breath, she tilted her head to plant kisses along his jaw line. Her right hand slid up his arm to the nape of his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair in a slow, stroking motion as his lips returned to hers for another kiss. Then she felt his hands slide under her shirt and begin to tug it upward. They broke the kiss as he lifted it over her head, and stared in wonder at the black silky garment underneath.

"It's called a bra, it's for support," she said.

"It's fascinating," he replied, skimming his fingertips along the outsides of her breasts. "But, how does it come off?"

She smiled and turned around, reaching behind her back. "There's a hook right here," she said as she released it. Elzabeth allowed the bra to slide down her arms to the floor to land next to her shirt. When she turned, Haldir was once again transfixed. He reached out and cupped her breasts, running his work-roughened thumbs along their inner contours. She heaved a sigh at the sensation and moaned as those thumbs brushed over her nipples. Then the hands moved down her sides to rest on her hips. He managed to figure out the button, but was perplexed by the zipper.

"Another strange fastening..."

Elzabeth giggled, "Yes, zippers are pretty technological." She reached down and lowered the zipper.

Haldir stared at it with eyebrows raised as he heard the sound, "I see why they call it a zipper." She smiled and he went to push down her pants when her hands stopped him.

"Boots, Haldir," she reminded him. It took a second to register, but then Haldir scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He deposited her, sitting on the edge, and kneeled in front of her. He lifted up her left pant leg to find a zippered boot and made short work of that. Under the right one, however, he also found her sheath and knife. He removed that and set it on his nightstand. Then he removed her other shoe, and flung it to the side. He yanked her back to her feet by her waist.

"Now where was I?" he murmured as he once again began lowering her pants. After getting them to her ankles, he ran his hands along her legs on the way back up. Once standing, he leaned in for a teasing kiss, just lightly touching her lips. His hands pulled her close and their bodies gyrated together. Her hands ran up and down his back while his moved up and down her sides. On one of his down strokes, he grasped the hem of her silky black panties and pulled them slowly to the floor. Elzabeth stepped out of them. She then placed her palms on Haldir's tunic.

"I showed you mine, now show me yours," she said in a sultry tone. He hurriedly showed her how to remove the tunic and it found its place on the floor. Elzabeth pushed him backward until he fell on the bed. She then dropped to her knees and went about unlacing Haldir's boots. "I like my boots better," she grumbled at how long it took to remove them.

"I like yours better too," Haldir responded with a chuckle.

Soon both of Haldir's shoes landed amidst the strewn garments on the floor. "On your feet soldier," Elzabeth commanded.

Haldir stood and kissed her, "Yes, ma'am."

Elzabeth took a moment to take in his beautiful bare chest. He had broad shoulders and well toned abs. She traced the lines of his abs until she got down to his leggings. These, she knew how to remove. She teasingly undid the laces at an extremely slow pace, making sure to brush against him as much as possible. He closed his eyes and his breathing became ragged as he gripped onto her shoulders. He was forced to let go however as she pushed the leggings to the floor.

Elzabeth admired him in his naked brilliance as he stepped out of the leggings. He truly was magnificent but it was the look in his eyes that made heat surge to her lower abdomen and butterflies dance in her stomach. Haldir came to her in what seemed like slow motion, and pulled her against him. Everything began to get hazy as he leaned in for another kiss. He carefully guided her to the bed and gently laid her upon it. Then he was there, above her, touching every part of her. When she reached out to touch him he whispered, "Relax, just let me touch you." She obeyed and closed her eyes. As his talented fingers found her sex, she voiced what pleased her with moans, groans, and sighs that became increasingly more urgent. His probing fingers pumped her to the brink then he leaned over her, "Are you ready?"

"Please," she implored, panting.

He entered slowly, kissing her as he did so. The kiss matched the pace he set, slow and passionate. She wrapped her legs around his hips, wanting to be as close to him as possible. When she finally reached her release, she clutched onto him as she trembled. He came shortly thereafter and collapsed onto his forearms. Soon he rolled onto his back, cradling her head on his shoulder. Disconcertingly, he heard her sniffle and swore he felt a tear land on his chest. He tilted her head to his and sure enough, she was crying. "Did I do something to displease you Elzabeth?"

She gave a small smile and wiped her eyes as she sniffled. "It's just been a long time since I've been with a man that made me tremble."

Haldir was relieved but also despaired by this news. "Then you have not been with the right kind of men, lovely one."

She smiled again, "No, Haldir, I suppose I haven't." Haldir kissed her forehead and recradled her in his arms. They slept contentedly for the rest of the night. In the morning, Elzabeth awoke a bit disoriented. Then last night's memories came flooding back and she smiled. She ran her hand over Haldir's stomach and he stirred to consciousness. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully.

Haldir tilted her head and kissed her softly, "Good morning!" He looked at her seriously and said, "You know, tomorrow I must return to my post."

"Take me with you. I may not be able to shoot arrows but my skills are sufficient to take a duty shift," she said propping herself up on her forearms to look at him.

"Your skills are more than sufficient, and you may certainly come along if you wish."

"I do," she said, leaning toward him.

"Then so be it," he replied, giving her a short kiss. "Would you like a bath?"

"Oh yes, that would be lovely!" she beamed.

Haldir smiled and stood, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms. Then he went to the tub, said the spell to warm the water, and gently placed Elzabeth in it. He then slid in next to her and they shared another lazy kiss.

"May I ask you something?" Haldir queried.

"Sure."

"The Lady has assigned to me the task of finding out how you avoid her mind probes. Would you mind..."

Elzabeth put her fingers to his lips, "Certainly. First off, I am capable of stopping my own heart at will. A vampire's heart never beats, but I can float between the two worlds. When I stop my heart, I become undead, like a vampire. Also like a vampire, I cease to exist and therefore create no reflection. Not only does this apply to mirrors, but also to a telepath's mind. I'm more of a void than anything; there is nothing there to probe."

Haldir merely stared in wonder at her, so she continued. "I not only use this ability to keep people out of my mind, but also in battle. If I sustain a dangerous wound, I slow or stop my heart to conserve the blood."

"Why do you not fight with your heart in this state all the time?"

"When it is beating, I perform better."

"Ah, I understand. You truly are a unique person, Elzabeth."

"Thank you," she smiled, snuggling against him. That night she drifted off to sleep wondering what her first duty shift would bring.