The Journey
Part: 32
Rating: Strong R
Pairing: Haldir/OFC
Characters: Just about every other elf that Tolkien created that's in the LoTR books and movies.
Warning: descriptions of wounds and sexual situations
Disclaimer: All known characters are owned by the great Tolkien, all others are of my own creation.
Beta(s): Marta, Novedhelion, and Vi
Timeline: 80 years before LoTR and extends to post RoTK events

Notes: I want to thank Marta, Zee, Mal, Kay, Suse, Phyllis, Vi, Novedhelion, Kika, Becky, Dorothy, and Rashida for their expertise. Without their input this story would not be what it is today.

Sindarian speach is shown with " "
Westron speach is show with ' '

This story follows the movieverse.

Chapter 32

Since coming back from the Black Gates, Legolas had not the time or the solitude to search out Tiniwen. She had been busy with Frodo most of the time, and he had been making preparations for their formal joining. When the hobbit finally revived they both felt it would not be wise for them to openly show their love for each other. It was only now that the elf-prince found himself alone with his thoughts his only companion.

As he followed the street in Minas Tirith that lead to the Healers Hall, Legolas returned the smiles of those he met. He was sure that he would find his beloved there.

Standing before her door, he raised his hand to rap softly on it. Before he touched the wood, the door opened. Tiniwen was standing before him in naught but a robe. Before any words were spoken, she pulled him inside and slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

With one hand, Legolas pushed the door closed then easily picked her up and moved to the bedroom. This time their joining would seal their love permanently.

Once inside the smaller room Legolas set her on her feet while letting his lips skim across her jaw down to her neck. After the a brief hesitation, he worked his way up to her ear. When he took the soft tip into his mouth he felt her gasp, then moan, with the pleasure it caused.

Releasing it, he slowly feathered kisses back down to her neck as his hands went to the knotted material that held her robe closed. Slowly, he kept telling himself. He wanted the entire experience to last as long as possible. When the belt was released her robe easily slid from her shoulders and pooled around her long legs. At the sight, he felt a jolt of desire envelope him.

Stepping free of the material, she drew close to him, reaching out for the clasps that held his shirt in place. When open she pushed the material off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. They would worry about picking up their clothing later. After sending his undershirt to lie also on the floor, she let her hands lightly caress the gleaming skin that was revealed. He closed his eyes and just let the sensations course through him.

Taking a step back, Legolas pulled off the offending undergarment and let it drop from his fingertips. He then took her hands and placed them behind his back before cupping his around her face so he could kiss her.

"Wait." Tiniwen pulled back slightly. "What will your father think about this?"

Legolas gave her a small smile before answering, "Do not worry. He will not force me to give you up."

Tiniwen nodded while letting him pull her close again. This time their kisses were hard and hands were wandering desperately. Not wishing to wait any longer, Tiniwen freed him of his leggings and went down on her knees. Her hands stroking lovingly before she closed her mouth on him.

Closing his eyes, he let the exquisite sensations wash over him. When he felt himself start to skirt the outer edge of his control he suddenly pulled back. Reaching down, he raised her to her feet and claimed her lips once more with his. As if drunk on too much wine they stumbled the few steps towards the bed.

It stirred something deeper inside him to see her so trusting, so open to him and he lazily eased down on his side, head propped on one hand. With the other he began a gentle caress of one of her breasts, bringing first one nipple, then the other to pebble hardness. He was rewarded with her restless squirming as his hand wandered down over her stomach and then lower.

He smiled when she shrieked as a surprise climax caught her and was glad of the thick walls.

Her head fell back on the pillow as she panted to catch her breath. Then she saw his smile and dared to tease. "Is that it?"

"No. I am not finished with you just yet." He rose to his knees between her legs but just stopped short of entering her

Legolas searched her out mentally, You know I love you. With this act of joining, I Bind myself to you. He felt the invisible threads connect between the two of them. He lowered his head to her mouth, before sinking into her warm, welcoming wetness.

"Ai," she whispered into his mouth. "I will love you and stay with you until the end of Arda." She wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him to make deep instead of shallow penetrations. The intense stimulation brought them both up much quicker than he initially wanted. The connection was so complete that neither could talk or think for some time. Nothing was like either had expected. Each could feel what the other was feeling, hear what the other was thinking. . .joined in heart, mind, and soul.

With a groan Legolas turned over onto his back. He looked at her for a long moment before reverently kissing her forehead. He made them both comfortable and drifted into a contented reverie.

Deep in the night Legolas slowly stirred. When he was fully aware of his surroundings he looked down at the elleth burrowed into him. He smiled when he examined their link. Traveling down it he found with fascination that he could almost see her dreams, like vague images through a dense fog. He pulled out quickly. The sudden mental moment, though, woke her up.

"Herven?" Her voice was rough from sleep.

"Yes, my sweet?" He kissed her forehead.

"I know it is not needed, but are you going to give me a ring?"

"Of course. I will have nothing but the best for you." He looked around for his tunic, then closed his eyes when he realized it was on the other side of the bed. This should be interesting, he thought to himself. The Ellon carefully traded places with her then gave her a sensuous kiss while reaching down for his clothing.

"What. . .are you doing?"

He was nuzzling her neck when he finally answered, "Nothing of consequence." She moaned when he hit a rather sensitive spot.

"Yes," he whispered triumphantly as his hand came back up from the floor.

"What?" Tiniwen gave him a dubious look as he pulled away from her then turned over.

Not wanting to be separated, she came with him then sat up. "What is it?"

"This, melith." Legolas sat up and opened the small pouch he now held in his hand. Shaking it, two perfectly formed gold rings spilled out onto his palm.

"They are beautiful." Her eyes were wide.

"Nothing but the best for you." He whispered then reached behind her head and pulled her to him so he could kiss her. "Now all will know we are bound," he whispered into her mouth.

"Aye," she whispered. Pulling back from him, she let him put the ring on her finger. When he finished she repeated the action on him.

I never thought our joining could be as delightful as it is. Our previous actions are nothing compared to this.

Then let us make it more so. Legolas turned her over and proceeded to start the process all over again.

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Elrond took the last steps up to enter the High Talan with Arwen behind him. The melancholy feel of the city grew with each passing minute. It is the time for the dominion of man, he thought to himself. And he knew he was going to lose his daughter. The future did not sit well with him.

Stepping inside the High Talan, Elrond looked around, not quite sure of what he was going to find.

"Come."

Elrond turned to face Celeborn and nodded. They stepped inside his study and found Galadriel already there. "You have felt it?" she asked.

Elrond nodded. "Yes. It is finished."

"And the last power of the Rings are diminishing even as we speak."

The Peredhel fingered his own ring for a short time, he knew her words were true. In just the short time from when he left Imladris until the time he reached the outer woods of Lothlórien Vilya had weakened considerably. Eventually he turned his attention back to something he was interested in finding out. "How has Arianel fared?"

"All is not well." Celeborn shook his head. "She did not survive Helm's Deep."

Elrond closed his eyes. He felt a stab of remorse for her passing. "And Haldir?"

"He is still with us. As of this moment, though, I fear more for Rúmil than Haldir. The younger has seemingly lost his way. If he does not regain it soon enough we will lose him. Although, Orophin suggested something interesting for him. He wants Rúmil to help down at the training fields."

"If he helps others he will see that there are ones out there that are concerned for his well-being." Elrond nodded to Celeborn before turning his attention back to Galadriel, "I wish to speak with Haldir."

"I do not know what good it will do at the present time. You know he can be rather stubborn."

Elrond shook his head. "All the more reason why I need to speak to him." Turning, he quickly left the room and moved deeper into the talan. He found the warden alone seemingly unaware of his surroundings. "Haldir?"

The warden turned away from Elrond.

"Do you not realize, I know what you are dealing with?"

Haldir remained stubbornly mute.

"The moment Celebrían crossed into the waters of Valinor our bond was severed. She may live in The Blessed Realm, but my heart has a jagged hole that has never healed." Elrond turned to look at Haldir then moved closer to the ellon. "There are some days I struggle to fight back despair, and it has been so long," he finished in barely a whisper.

Haldir turned slowly to face the Peredhel. "Why?" he asked barely more than a whisper. "She did not deserve for this to happen to her."

"Only the Valar can answer that." Elrond shook his head.

"I wish to be alone," Haldir finally mumbled, withdrawing into himself again.

Realizing that anything more would be futile, Elrond backed away and went into the study.

"I told you he was being difficult," Celeborn shook his head.

"'Tis to be expected." Elrond sank down into a nearby chair. "It has not been very long, his grief is still fresh."

TBC...