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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Frustration

As she reached the door, she turned the handle and swung it open. She then proceeded to walk into Haldir's talan with him hot on her heels. He (in turn) shut the door behind him, leaned against it and emitted a soft sigh. He then dragged his body to the table and sat in a chair with another sigh, as he watched her. She could feel the weight of his stare as she unbuckled the harness that held the quiver on her back. She carefully leaned the quiver against the wall with her sword and shot him a small tired smile as she took a seat across the table from him. She leaned forward to prop her elbows on the table and held her weary head with her hands.

"You look exhausted," she said quietly to him as she took in his weary posture.

He laughed softly as he leaned his head back and rubbed his temples with the thumb and index finger of his right hand. "Exasperated would be a better choice of words," he commented. "This is an impossible task; we will never be able to make these humans competent warriors in the time allotted."

She saw his body grow tense as he spoke. "We will do the best we can. They are still better off with some training than none at all," she said in attempt to reassure him.

"I do not like to start something I cannot complete, love." He was almost yelling now.

She had had enough of this topic and rose from her chair. She rounded the table and stood next to him. "Come to bed, Haldir," she said as she tugged him to his feet by his tunic. As he stood she began walking backwards in the general direction of his bed while still holding on to him. Halfway to her target he reached out and took hold of her shoulders, effectively stopping their progress.

He inclined his head toward the bathtub which had been filled with fresh water during the day. She, however, had other plans for his pent up frustration. She would not just let it dissipate tonight. "We can bathe, in the morning," she assured him with a sultry tone to her voice.

As he turned his head back to hers he realized her eyes had grown much darker and she was staring at him through hooded lids. She again resumed her attempts to pull Haldir toward the bed. He glanced at it over her shoulder and made a split second decision. Swiftly, he spun them 90 degrees to the right and pushed her up against a wall, while simultaneously grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the wall on either side of her head. She was surprised by his actions and the ease with which he had gotten her into this position. Not that she minded...

"If we are going to do this this way, I am certain I will not be able to remain gentle with you, love. You have started a dangerous game..." he warned her as he grasped her wrists tighter.

She held his gaze and whispered "good." The insistent pain in her wrists was causing her body to release endorphins and she began to float on the sensation. This was exactly what she wanted from him.

He began taking in the sight before him. Her back was arched and her breasts jutted out invitingly toward him. "Are you certain you can withstand this? Because this is your last chance to change your mind," he said huskily, while searching her eyes.

Those eyes responded with longing and desire as she pleaded "Haldir, I need this."

"Do you promise to do as I say?"

"Yes," she breathed.

Suddenly, he released his grip on her hands and supported his weight on his palms against the wall to either side of her head. "Remove your clothing, for I do not have the patience to do so without destroying it." His proximity to her and the intense hunger in his eyes made her head swim. He had her boxed in and she was forced to wriggle and twist to remove her garments.

He took half a second to gaze at her naked and exposed body before planting a foot firmly between hers, leaning the weight of his torso against hers and reclaiming his possession of her wrists. The next thing she knew, his mouth was devouring hers. The back of her head was being pressed into the wall and she could already feel her lips start to swell under his force. It felt delicious. As she writhed in pleasure her back dug into the hard wall and her nipples rubbed against Haldir's tunic in a wonderfully stimulating way. The placement of his leg between hers was also quite strategic, she thought as she bucked against his thigh. Naughty elf...

As suddenly as the attack on her lips had started, it stopped as he ripped himself away panting. He rebalanced his weight over his feet and pulled her away from the wall with him. "Undress me," he commanded as he placed her hands on his chest. She loved the feel of his chest, even through his tunic. It was solid and strong, broad and very masculine. She had become well versed in the art of undressing Haldir and put her skills to good use. She quickly found one fastening after another and the layers fell away. All the while, Haldir was sucking on her ear, her neck and her collarbone as he whispered elvish words to her. Although she had never heard them before, she was certain by his tone that they were things one would not say in polite company. She became even more excited as she wondered what the meaning of these words was.

Finally she had him completely undressed and he swiftly tackled her to the floor. "Mine!" he growled possessively as he once again pinned her by her wrists under his weight. His eyes drank in the sight of her naked form helpless below him. She was helpless because she chose to yield control to him. Her trust in him was the most precious gift she could give him. Trust was really what this game was about, it strengthened their bond and stoked the fires of their arousal.

"Do NOT move your hands," Haldir warned her before removing his grip on her. He was certain that if she touched him, he would go mad with the overload of sensation. She obediently left her hands above her head as he reached for her hips. He could stand the pressure no longer and entered her in one crushing blow. Elzabeth let out a squeak and grimaced before adjusting to him. Simultaneously, she received another jolt of endorphins. She bucked her hips and met him thrust for thrust. It did not take long for them to topple over the edge with a few shouts, grunts, and groans.

Haldir lay on top of her spent, exhausted, and pleasantly more relaxed than when he had entered his talan. She loved the feeling of his weight on her and was pleased to see that much of the tension had drained from his body. Her ploy had worked. She had gotten him to use his frustration constructively. This was an important development indeed...

Then she began to notice how much the hard floor was digging into her back and she was reminded of their positioning in the room. "We seem to have missed the bed," she said with a chuckle. He laughed against her neck.

"Perhaps we should retire there for the remainder of the evening?" He said as he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her upon it with a gentleness that contrasted greatly his earlier behavior. After that, he too laid down and pulled her into his arms.

"I am not usually that violent," he stated, worriedly. "I hope I did not push you too far?"

She laughed softly and said "Not even close. I've had a few lovers that left marks on me regularly, and you didn't even go that far."

"Really?" he asked, questioning both the fact that she had allowed people to hurt her and the fact that she was truly alright.

"Would I lie to you?" she said with a smile. "I'm fine. I've slept with a few vampires and their sex can get quite violent."

"You have slept with these creatures you say are evil?" he could not comprehend what would make her do such a thing.

"Well, I was having an identity crisis. I was definitely not human anymore, but I also had a soul, so I wasn't a vampire either. I was trying to figure out where I belonged. So I spent some time with a few vampires. I finally figured out that since I was strong enough to kill vampires, that's what I should be doing with my time. That was over a hundred years ago now though. It was something I needed to do to figure out who I really am." This was not easy for her to confess and she stared at the ceiling as she did so.

Haldir turned her head to face his and kissed her. "I believe you made the right decision."

She laughed and returned his kiss, "Thanks." She then laid her head on his chest and drifted off to sleep listening to his heartbeat.

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They slept contentedly until morning. Haldir was the first to wake. He started planting kisses on Elzabeth wherever he could reach, in attempt to wake her. She woke slightly and said drowsily "Just another 15 minutes." He smiled wickedly and carefully lifted her off the bed, carried her over to the tub and plopped her in the room-temperature water. She screamed and cursed at him as he laughed at her. He tried to jump out of the way as she splashed water at him, but she got him anyway.

"You promised we could bathe in the morning, my dear," he reminded her.

"Fine," she said as she crossed her arms over her chest and put on a fake pout. Haldir chuckled as he recited the elvish spell to warm the water a bit, and climbed into the tub. He settled himself facing her, straddling her legs, and turned her head to face his. She maintained the pout. Stubborn girl! he thought as he kissed her in attempt to rid her gorgeous face of that unflattering look. She reciprocated and even began to smile into the kiss.

He pulled away. "What is so funny?" She flashed him a smile and sank beneath the surface of the water. She then proceeded to blow bubbles on the body parts that he had submerged. In all his grown years, no one had ever done this to him. She felt him begin to laugh above her and took the opportunity to resurface, push him to the end of the tub and hop out.

She grabbed two towels, wrapped one around her body, and the other, turban style, around her head. "Well, that was lovely Haldir, but now I'm going back to bed," she said as she stretched out on it again.

"No you will not!" he whined gesturing at her. "You can't leave me alone with those humans. You are the one who understands them."

She rolled on her back, stared at the ceiling and sighed heavily. Then she looked at him and said teasingly, "What will I get in compensation for my effort?"

He thought a moment then replied with a smile, "I promise I won't tell Galadriel you are slacking."

"Slacking?!" she yelled in a mock indignant tone and turned her head back to the ceiling before closing her eyes.

Haldir got out, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked quietly over to the bed. He then knelt next to it and planted a kiss firmly on Elzabeth's soft lips. He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes, "You know I am good at compensating you." A wicked smile broke out across her face, and she held his gaze a moment longer. Then she thought she better extinguish the flames before they miss their rendezvous with their human trainees.

"Fine," she said, standing to fetch her clothes, "but I'm holding you to your word."

Still on his knees he bowed before her, "I am a man of my word."

She laughed and threw his tunic at him, "Unless you are planning on going like that, I suggest you get some clothes on, oh humble one."