He awoke in his own bed, wrapped securely in the comforter that she had made him. The light of late afternoon filtered in through the window. How long had he slept? Given the amount of wine he had consumed, it was a miracle he had escaped the mother of all headaches. And then the rest of last night came rushing back to him. Cahra, finding him in her bed, his speech, his confessions to her. And then passing out. Oh Valar, what had he done?
He ran out into his sitting room dressed in nothing but his leggings, only to see his Cahra sitting in her familiar spot by the fire, mending one of his shirts that he had not had a chance to himself. And the look in her eyes warmed him to the very core. All remorse at his admittance last night was chased away by the realization that she had finally forgiven him, as she sat before him, a gentle smile on her face. A smile of pure forgiveness. He knelt at her feet, whispering "You are here. You did not leave."
She looked at him, lowering her sewing, putting it aside. "I have always been here Haldir." Tears burned his eyes, and he did something he had long wished to do. He buried his head in her lap, and let himself be held by her, her fingers in his hair, stroking it from his face, as he breathed in the scent of her, and closed his eyes. "My Cahra," he breathed as he knelt there, his head in her lap, his arms wrapped securely round her waist. "My treasure, my love."
She continued to stroke his hair, with long gentle caresses that made him shiver, and she finally had him in her arms, where she had longed to have him for the last one hundred and one years. He finally lifted his head, leaving his hands on either side of her.
His gaze caught hers, and held it. And as she saw him in his familiar place at her feet, she knew that that was the one place he would never leave.
"I did not want to frighten you away, Cahra," he breathed, as his hand reached out to gently touch her cheek. She leant into his touch, closing her eyes. "I expect nothing of you, nor can ask anything of you anymore."
She opened her eyes at his words, and rose from the chair to kneel before him on the floor. They would have been eye to eye, were it not for her small stature. "As I expected nothing of you, nor asked anything of you, yet you gave to me anyway."
"I gave what I had taken in the first place. And I would gladly give you more." he murmured, casting his gaze down, afraid to look at her. She placed her hands beneath his chin, lifting his head to look at her. "Than let me have you," she murmured, as she lent in to place a tender kiss upon his lips, and he stayed still, afraid that his smallest movement would destroy the precious moment that stretched between them. Her lips left his, as he raised her hand to his lips and placed an equally tender kiss upon the back of it. She smiled at him softly, and his gaze never left hers, as he turned her hand over in his grasp, and placed a kiss upon the palm of her hand, hearing her hasty intake of breath.
"I thought I had left the dream of you behind," she whispered softly, and he only just heard her, as he slowly took her in his arms, from where they both knelt upon the floor, equals.
"You did," he whispered huskily to her, nuzzling her neck with his lips. "And found I was real."
She smiled, as she felt her neck arch into his lips of its own, and she grasped him to her as though nothing else mattered anymore. He kissed her again, holding his lips to hers, letting the fire within him consume them, as he held his love close. His treasure. His Cahra
The Valar. Who was this elleth that fulfilled him so completely? All he could taste, all he could breathe, was her. He could feel her all over him, her scent. He wanted her to know who he was, completely, as he wanted to know all of her. Every curve, every line, every sigh. Every noise she made, his ears strained to catch. Every look from her, his eyes wanted to drink in, until nothing was left. He wanted to crawl inside her very skin and soak in everything that was her and be left with nothing of himself. What he needed of her was beyond his power to describe. So he didn't. He showed her.
He lay her upon the rug that she had made for him, with love in every stitch and care in each weave of the design. Made with forgiveness. She looked up at him then, and knew that she was not like the other elleths. She had never been like the others. Haldir was hers now. Her Haldir, her heart, her soul. She also knew that for each of them, there would never be another. There never was another. He kissed her with such intensity, that her head spun, and she couldn't think straight. His hands traced sinful paths along her body, gently removing her dress, until she lay beneath him with nothing covering her but him.
Her hands flew to his tunic, and removed it, and pulled at his shirt, which he gladly tossed aside, and brought himself atop of her, his skin against hers, and she arched against him, rubbing herself against the pressing bulge in his leggings. He moaned as her hips ground against his.
"Cahra, don't, please, or I will not be able to stop myself," he gasped into her ear huskily, as her hands slid down the front of his leggings. He caressed one breast, the tip of it hardening at his touch.
"Then don't," she whispered back hotly, as she grasped his erection in her talented hands. He threw his head back and moaned, an animalistic sound that tore through the air in the darkening talan.
He kissed her forcefully, passions he had previously had to keep in check breaking away as he consumed her. Her hands pulled his leggings down, and he kicked them away, kissing her again, pulling her hands from him, to hold them, trapped, above her head.
"No, my Cahra, let me. It should not be like this. I want it to be good for you…."
"I have waited for you for a century, Haldir. I cannot wait any longer." she whispered to him, and suddenly, she rolled him so she was straddling his hips, his erection poised at her entrance. He looked up at her in surprise, before lust got the better of him. He grasped her hips, trying to thrust into her, but she would not let him. She lent forward, rubbing her body against his, and he moaned at the sensuous torture. She was in complete control. She kissed him, and he grasped her to him firmly, her hands tangling in his hair.
"Cahra, please, stop teasing me!" he moaned, begging her to take him. The look on her face went straight to his groin. It spoke of forbidden pleasures, and hot blooded passion. She slowly began to lower herself onto him. He groaned, arching back, trying to go deeper, further, but she would not let him. He growled in frustration at her torment, until she could stand it no longer either, and impaled herself upon him swiftly, causing both to throw their heads back with a wild cry. Haldir could take no more. He threw himself atop of her with an animalistic growl, pressing her underneath him, as he thrust himself deeply inside of her, again and again. She gripped his shoulders, as he drove himself into her with all the passion he possessed, as she felt a great flame unfurl within her, that shook her to her very core. He held her to him tightly, her legs wrapping around his, as he thrust in deeper still, harder, faster. He kissed her fiercely, his hand moving between them, to stroke her desire further.
And she knew then what the sky felt like, what it was to taste a dream, to float upon an endless sea, and never want to stop, bound to the one thing that kept her afloat. Him. She shook, and he held her to him, as though he would float away if he let go of her. He pounded into her, his release and hers washing over them, so sweet it bordered on painful, until he collapsed atop of her, shaking, feeling like he could see and hear every thing at once and not a single part of it mattered to him but her. Her fingers left imprints upon his skin, so hard was she grasping him to her. And in that one moment, they were so far within each other, that neither could tell where the other ended, and they began. In that precious moment, and for always, he was her strength, and she his light. And he never wanted to close his eyes again, knowing that it would stop him from seeing her.
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