When she awoke, she was sore. Not painfully so, more a delicious ache that spread through her entire body that told her a job had been well done. And she saw Haldir sleeping peacefully wrapped around her, and she knew that after last night, she could definitely get used to the feeling. Haldir awoke then, and smiled at her sleepily, looking for all like an elfing that had just awoken from a nap, his hair mussed. She laughed quietly, and stroked the hair gently away from his face. He grasped her wrist with his hand, and brought it to his lips to place a soft kiss upon it. She snuggled a little loser to him.
"If we have a son, can I show him how to sew?" Haldir suddenly burst out, as though the question had been plaguing him for weeks. She laughed. He smiled down at her. "What? I enjoy it." he said, a little ruffled. She laughed again, clutching at his chest in her laughter.
"I didn't think it was that funny," he murmured to her, a smile upon his own face.
"It's just that we have just made love for the first time Haldir. Do you not think that maybe we should bind first? Or…or… get a pet to see if you're paternal, or...something?"
He looked down at he with a look of amazement on his face. "You mean you do not know?" he asked her. She shook her head, a little confused. "You are with child. Could you not feel it's tiny life flare into existence?" She hit his arm.
"I was busy feeling a lot of other things you may recall!" she said, before what he said sunk in. "I am with child? Are you sure?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously for a moment. "Are you sure it's mine?"
Haldir laughed at the expression on her face.
"I don't know who else's it would be," he said, stroking her face tenderly. "I think someone else would have been hard pressed to impregnate you as I was with you all last night." She hit him again.
"Our child," she whispered, the amazement still clear upon her face.
Haldir buried his face in her neck. "Bind with me?" he said rather pathetically, his voice muffled by her neck, almost afraid that she would reject him. Almost. She laughed again.
"You silly ellon, who else would I bind with?" she said, as she forced him to look at her. 'Which other ellon in Lorien knows how to sew?" she asked with a grin.
Haldir looked at her seriously. "My whole brigade," he said earnestly, his eyes wide. Cahra stared in shock, her mouth wide open, before laughing so hard, that she shook. Haldir wasn't complaining, his gaze fixed on her breasts, which were jiggling due to her laughter. She realized this, and stopped laughing, folded her arms across her chest petulantly. Then it was Haldir's turn to laugh.
"Well, I guess if we are to bind," she said, getting out of bed, "I'd better…" Haldir caught her arm.
"I was under the impression that in order to bind one has to stay in fact, in the bed with their beloved," he said, raising one of his eyebrows. She raised an eye brow back at him, hands on her hips. He looked down at the bed, feeling playful. "Unless you do not want to right now, as you are too tired from my display of…immense sexual prowess. I understand," he said, trying to sound meek.
"Immense sexual prowess? Is that what you call it?" She asked, cocking her head. He smiled at her. "I should think so. It was rather….immense. There is no other word for it", He said, stretching languorously.
"Well, you my love, need to be taken down a peg or two. I wonder if Orophins…" Haldir's eyebrows flew up in shock. She laughed, "I am not serious you silly ellon. I will not be able to walk properly for a week!" He nodded to himself in satisfaction. She shook her head at the comical picture he made, crawling back across the bed to kiss him. "I love you," she said, before getting up again. Haldir sighed, half in relief, half in frustration, clamping a pillow over his face to hide his groan of despair. "Where are you going?" he asked her, his voice muffled by the pillow.
She smiled back at his antics, before she left the room. He was such an elfing at times. "There's something I must do," she said. So he pulled the pillow off of his face, and reluctantly got out of the bed, and went to see what was so important that she was holding off their binding. He looked out the window in time to see her walking up the path towards her own talan. He was curious. He followed her up the path, until he came to her home. He knocked on the door, and she answered it laughingly.
"Come in you silly ellon," she said, opening the door for him.
"You were the one who used to be annoyed whenever I entered without knocking, my Cahra," he said affectionately, as he entered. He saw a small box resting upon the table. "What is it?" he asked curiously, putting his arms around her, and drawing her against him, treasuring the feeling of her in his arms. She smiled softly, before she went over to it, and opened the lid, surveying it's contents with a tender smile on her face.
In it lay the original contract that had existed between the two of them. Haldir grinned when he saw it too. "I think this needs rewriting, don't you?" she said, laughing. He picked up the parchment, and after scanning it quickly, wincing with disgust at how he arrogant he had sounded, even on paper, "Did I really speak to like this?" He asked, a look of disgust upon his face, and then tore it in two. "There is no contract between us, ever, my treasure, but one. I will never leave you," he whispered into her ear huskily. She smiled up at him. "Nor I you," she swore to him, before "Are you sure Haldir? Am I really what you want?" She asked hesitantly, both fearing and longing for the answer, unsurety creeping into her tone. Haldir just shook his head. "I fear you have ruined me for all others, my Cahra. I could never be with another, knowing that I have you. You are all I need. I could never leave you. I could not have left you from the moment I begged you for help."
"As it should be," she smiled at him cheekily, before his lips crashed down upon hers, lifting her on to the table behind her. She pressed herself to him, as his lips left a trail of fire down her neck.
"Really, Haldir, on the table?" she gasped as he pulled the skirts of her dress up. He looked up at her. "Yes, before you have something else more important to do," he said, before he bent her back onto the table with a kiss of fervent intensity. And she had no complaints whatsoever, save one. "Who will clean the table afterwards?" she said, before forgetting anything else she may have had to say about his methods. And they reaffirmed their vow, signing their contract as they bound themselves to each other upon (of all places) Cahra's table.
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As they lay there afterwards, too spent to move, the table grateful for the respite after the pounding they had given it, Cahra looked deep into his eyes.
"Haldir?'
"Yes, my Cahra?" he asked satedly, as he twirled a strand of her hair about his fingers lazily.
"When our elfings asked how we decided to bind, we are not telling them that it took place upon my dining table!"
"Well then, what should we tell them about how we met? That you were my wash maid and my greeting to you each day was a hearty slap on the behind, before in a fit of rage I fired you, I tried to wash my own clothes and then you taught me how to sew" he asked, looking down at her with a wicked grin on his face, as he finally let her up off the table.
She stood as he spoke, and winced. " Anything sounds bad when you say it like that. Tell them that we were introduced by Lady Galadriel. You fell in love with me and after many years of your begging, I finally took pity on you and agreed to bind with you, if only to make you be quiet." Haldir looked at her, his mouth open.
"Why can we not have it that it was you who begged me and I took mercy on you?" he asked, feigning disgruntlement.
"Because it is so much more believable that you begged me," she said, with a wicked grin on her face.
"We'll see about that", he said, before pressing her against the wall of her talan. "I think it is you who shall be begging for my mercy," he whispered huskily to her, as he ground against her. She closed her eyes at the feeling, before saying "Do you promise?", looking up at him coyly from beneath her lashes.
"Always, my Cahra," he murmured, as he sheathed himself within her once more, throwing his head back in satisfaction. "Always."
A/N: Only one more chapter to go after this one! Ohhh!it's always so sad when a story is nearly finished. It means I have to find inspiration for a new one.lol. so any ideas? What would you readers like me to write? (also, tell me what you think of the chapter.lol. thankyou!)