Haldir has given me extensive history lessons there wasn't much else to be done in a treehouse. History I thought I knew or had previously been taught he would correct me on, he had been to Valinor after all. Fëanor created the Silmarils in the Years of the Trees during the Noontide of Valinor They contained some of the light from the Two Trees of Valinor themselves (made by Yavanna and Nienna, and named Telperion the Silver and Laurelin the Gold). That everyone knew, that was common knowledge.
Melkor destroyed the two trees, common knowledge. The Silmarils now contained all the remaining light of the Two Trees. Therefore, the Valar entreated Fëanor to give up the Silmarils so they could restore the Trees, but he refused. Then news came: Melkor had killed Fëanor's father Finwë, the High King of the Ñoldor, and stolen all the gems, including the Silmarils. After this deed, Melkor fled to the northlands of Middle-earth, to his ancient fortress of Angband. Melkor, now named Morgoth by Fëanor, set the Silmarils in his Iron Crown.
This upset Fëanor so he and his seven sons swore an oath they would rage war on anyone who stood in the way of them and their gems. One of the Silmarils was recovered by Beren and Lúthien. This stone was later taken by Eärendil, the husband of their granddaughter Elwing, to the Valar in the West as a token of repentance. The Valar then set this Silmaril in the sky as a star called The Star of Eärendil. The other two gems remained in Melkor's hands and were taken from him only at the end of the War of Wrath. However, soon afterwards, they were stolen by Fëanor's two sons Maedhros and Maglor. The jewels burned their hands, in refusal of their rights of possession, as they had burned Morgoth's hands many years before. In agony, Maedhros threw himself and his Silmaril into a fiery pit, and Maglor cast his into the sea. Thus, the Silmarils remained in all three realms of Arda — in the sky, beneath the earth, and within the sea.
That is how I knew the history, however, Haldir spoke of how I entered the mix. My blood, the blood of Lúthien, the blood of Isildur, man's folly mixed with elven grace was what they needed to find the Silmarils.
"I don't understand, why not my brother?" I had asked trying to calm my heart rate so he continued telling me.
"Your brother doesn't have as much Maia in him; they want to use your gifts…" He paused taking a deep breath, "You need not worry." He snaked his arms around me pulling me into an embrace.
I waited several long moments before I replied, "There's something else you're keeping from me." it wasn't a question but a statement, for we both knew it.
Why else would he switch to an Elvish I wasn't familiar with as soon as someone would cross the threshold, or would he act so affectionate one moment then restrained the next? There's something else, when I drank her blood I felt different.
"Is it still winter?" I changed the subject cuddling into him. We had been in this treehouse for weeks now and I have yet to leave even to go outside, the cold greatly affected me.
"The sun seems to be back on its course, the days are getting warmer." He began rubbing my back slowly, stroking up and down.
I pulled away from him slowly relishing in the feel of his hands on my back. We've gotten so close stuck in this treehouse together. I'll catch myself leaning in, or getting lost in his eyes and I flush and quickly get away from him, he doesn't comment on it.
I stood up on shaky legs, he instinctively shot out a hand to steady me, but instead of simply bracing my back it wrapped around my waist. And instead of pulling his hand away or moving it to a more appropriate position he gripped onto my chemise almost possessively as I took small steps into the front room.
"Lurin it has not-" he began to say tightening his grip as if to slow my pace down.
I waved my hand at him, "Haldir I've seen nothing but this treehouse for weeks, please just a walk then we can return."
He tightened his grip dragging me backwards until I thudded against his chest, "fine but not dressed like that."
My chemise suddenly felt tight, the fabric over my heaving chest constricting. I whipped around to face him, to offer a comeback, to tell him he wasn't the boss of me he was my guard and that was it. But when I turned, his head was already bent, his lips were but a breath away from mine, every insult or comeback fled my mind. When I turned his hand that was on my waist lowered down to grip my rear in my frenzy.
He quickly pulled it away hovering his hands over me as if he were to touch me he'd get burned. That's how he was now, either affectionate or shut off.
I stood on my tiptoes staring into his eyes. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were soft, they held my gaze. I reached out my hands snaking their way into his blonde locks pulling his face closer to mine. "We must go before it is nightfall if you still wish to go for a walk," he whispered against my lips as I was leaning into him. I pulled away suddenly and flushed embarrassed I almost kissed him. How could he be so gracious toward me? How could he continue to be my guard knowing how obviously in love with him I am? I quickly shoved him away and went into the bedroom and threw on a dress and his cloak before stepping back into the front room.
He made no comment on my behavior but it almost looked like he smirked when he glanced at my dress when I stepped out of the room. My nipples were still hard and not from the cold, the soft peaks poked out of the fabric gently, my face was still noticeably flushed as well.
Why did he have to be so attractive? "Your uncle has made correspondence with Maglor," Haldir said holding his arm out to link with mine, though I much preferred his arm around my waist like earlier.
"How? I mean Why?" I asked as he opened the front door and a blast of cool air hit me in the face causing me to curl my body into him rubbing my chest into his arm.
I felt his arm flex and tighten as I cuddled into him for warmth, "Maglor might remember where he cast his Simaril, if we can find them before Melkor we can bring back the two trees, we can stop this before anyone gets hurt." When he said anyone his eyes darted to mine.
We began ascending the steps of the treehouse down to the forest floor below, it had warmed up, it was still cool but wasn't icy. "So you want to use me to find them… like how Melkor wants to use me…" I pulled away from him feeling betrayal rush through me in waves.
"Lurin-" He started to say as I stormed past him marching past many bewildered elves and men alike.
He caught up to me quickly placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, I whipped around as angry tears clouded my vision. "No! I'm in love with you! I'm in love with you and you want to use me? I don't care about the Simarils or the trees. I don't care!" He froze, and before he could berate me or chastise me I continued. "The only one in Arda I care about is you, how could you plan to use me like this? Why have I held no say? If the fate of the world does in fact rest in my hands shouldn't I know about it? Yet you do not trust to speak about me in my own house in a tongue I understand. No, you are just like him," I didn't need to say who he was like for him to understand who I was speaking of. He was just like Melkor.
I turned on my heel and began walking in the opposite direction, he followed though he didn't speak and he kept a few paces behind me.
When I had let off my steam I circuited back to the treehouse without another word to him as he silently followed. It wasn't until the sun was set and I was back in my chemise deep under the covers with Haldir silently reading by my side that the guilt of my harsh words began to eat at me. He didn't speak to me the rest of the day, not a justification or apology. Nor did he bring up what I had confessed, but he didn't leave my side. There was a candle lit on his side of the bed the flickering light played with the blue in his eyes.
I sat up allowing the blanket to fall into my lap as I leaned toward him. He ignored me, turning a page in his book, his eyes never once glanced up to meet mine when I knew he was aware of me looking at him.
I crawled onto him straddling him at the hips while my hands reached up to pull the book out of his hands. I wanted his full attention if I was to apologize, I didn't want him to be staring at a book, he was going to look me in the eye at least.
I left him tense as I settled on top of him but he didn't shove me away he remained just as impassive, though I felt a growing hardness beneath me.
I yanked the book out of his hand; I meant to grab it gently but used far too much force. He finally looked up to meet my gaze with a raised eyebrow. The force of pulling the book away from him caused me to sway slightly, my hips rocked into his and my hands instinctively braced against his chest to hold me still.
My bottom lip trembled, "I'm sorry, I don't think you're like him at all." I began to tremble as I held back a sob.
I adverted my eyes from his looking down at my hands that rested on his chest instead, "Please speak to me." I pleaded.
"If you want me to find the Simarils I will for you Haldir, please just don't ignore me I'm sorry for what I said."
One of his arms snaked around my waist while his other hand lifted my chin before his lips crashed into mine. I was shocked, I didn't respond at first as his tongue greedily tasted my mouth and his hands pulled me down flush with his body. But soon I began kissing back, kissing wasn't enough; my body began moving on its own accord, grinding into his. At first, I thought he would become annoyed by my twitching and antsy movement and when his hands rose from their position on my back I thought he would shove me away or hold me down to still me. Instead, he placed both hands on my backside grinding me into him, helping me. His fingertips dug into my hips in a possessive manner, and the sensation sent sparks down my spine. I let out a gasp of pleasure as he kissed me with force and passion, our bodies almost melting together in a hot embrace. My chemise had ridden up, it now rested above my hips, while Haldir gripped my bare ass. My core throbbed for him, it was such a strange feeling, I've felt it before but only for him, and sometimes it would become so painful there was no relief for it. But now rubbing against him helped, he helped, does he know about my throbbing need? The way I pulsate when he's near? I moaned softly as he nibbled at my bottom lip. I felt as though I would soon explode. His hands no longer were gripping my bottom, and before I could mourn their loss, he flipped me.
I now laid atop him my back against his chest as he kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear. One hand reached up and began pinching my nipple, earning a soft mewl from me. His other hand snaked down to my most intimate spot, my hips jerked wildly when I felt his fingers begin to part the curls that protected it.
He chuckled into my ear, his hip bucking pressing his harden against me as his fingers began to rub circles. His touch seemed so natural, it was like he was born to do this and had done it many times before. My breathing grew heavy and I squirmed against him, desperate for more feeling as if I would break apart under his skilled hands. My heart rate quickened and soon I could no longer muffle the noises of pleasure that accompanied each caress. His grip tightened he held me against his chest as his fingers plowed into me. "Oh Haldir," I panted. He bit my ear at that, and began whispering Elvish huskily into my ear.
I was growing ever closer to orgasm, all coherent thought had left me, replaced with nothing but a need for Haldir's touch. His fingers never stopped their tantalizing motions as they worked their magic on me. With one final gasp, I let out an earth-shattering scream of pleasure as wave after wave of warmth cascaded over me in blissful ecstasy.
He held me close as my body calmed down from its trembling. Never had I felt such pleasure. I didn't move from where I lay on top of him, nor did he remove his fingers from inside of me right away. I sat up eventually and turned around to him, my face was flushed and I couldn't help but feel shy now. I reached down to his pants, I wanted to touch him the way he had touched me, I wanted to give him the pleasure he had given me.
He didn't stop me at first as I rubbed him through his clothing; I undid the ties on his pants and pulled them down slowly. I gasped at the sight of him, my fingers tracing along his length. He groaned in pleasure and I felt my own arousal growing again at the sound. I wrapped my hands around his length and began pumping, I wasn't sure how to please him as he pleased me but I watched his face the entire time, giving into his tells to see what he liked and didn't. One particular move I did caused his hips to buck into my hand almost on their own accord. His breathing increased with each stroke of my hand, and he soon let out a loud moan as he came undone. His seed sprayed all over my hands. I moved up to lay beside him, my head resting on his chest while he recovered from the experience. We stayed like that for a while, both of us exhausted from the intensity of our passion. Does this mean he loves me as well?
"You cannot touch me again Lurin," Haldir said sternly. I looked up at him in confusion and hurt.
"Why not, you liked it didn't you?" I scooted away from him on the bed, regret washed over me.
"That is exactly why you cannot touch me like that again, I do not wish to lose control."
I stared at him before nodding slowly, he sighed snaking his arms around me and pulling me close to him. "I love you Lurin," he whispered after several moments of silence. I didn't move, I'm sure he thought I was asleep.