It had taken her very little time to remove what garments she did have on, which, to her dismay and pleasure, were a bit damp in certain areas. Her pout as she tossed her dress through the opened curtains caused Haldir to chuckle as he drew himself up enough to be in position to push her down onto the mattress.
With Elodien on her back, Haldir moved next to her and settled on his side, his right arm propped on the pillow and his hand kng hng his head up. leftleft hand snaked over her leg, dipping back into the silken folds: teasing, touching, caressing, and thrusting. All the while, Elodien gripped the bed sheets as the delicious torture continued, whimpering as she realized she did not know how to ask him for what she wanted.
Reaching one trembling hand to his less-occupied one, Elodien tried to place his upon her, but he pulled it away and grinned. "Baw," he said, and then came a long string of words Elodien did not know, after which he regarded her intensely, his eyes questioning. She whimpered and whined and even thrashed a bit when she found he intended to do nothing further. Again she reached for him, but Haldir shifted away and whispered the words again, and yet another sentence she could not comprehend, and then more, of which all she knew was her own name.
He did not cease his movement when she failed to respond, however, he did slow, and this only caused her frustration to build. "Ú-chenion!" she finally called out, desperately not wanting to give in. Pausing his current ministrations, Haldir bent over Elodien and kissed her nose, then licked his tongue over her lips as the fingers of his right hand moved lightly over her breasts. Elodien cried out, giving Haldir access to her mouth, and he repaid her fully for the earlier incident.
As her tongue was pulled into his mouth, her muffled cries were punctuated by a sudden muted gasp as he thrust his fingers deeper, and then stopped abruptly. Elodien regarded Haldir through her half-closed eyes, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he took hold of one of her hands in his, placed a kiss upon her wrist, and laid it upon her breast. He did the same with her other hand, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Tiriathon," he said slowly, letting the words linger. Elodien whimpered, shutting her eyes. She did not move her hands at first, opting to concentrate on what his hands were doing, but Haldir clicked his tongue and began to remove his damp fingers from down below. Immediately, Elodien complied with his request, massaging her own body as Haldir hovered over her and watched her movements. "Maer…" he said softly, leaning in to nip her earlobe, running his tongue along the curve.
Elodien's ministrations were timid at first, but soon she learned that the attention Haldir gave the rest of her body was directly proportional to the show she gave to him. Still too shy to open her eyes, she let her fingers stray to one swollen peak, and gasped when she realized how firm it was, and how sensual the feeling was that came from it.
Blushing, she moved back to safer territory, but she knew Haldir had seen and heard. She could not know his next move, but felt him as his cheek nudged her hands away. He took the rosy bud into his mouth, causing Elodien to cry out again as he flicked his tongue against her, his right hand tending to the opposite side, as her own hands dropped down into the bed sheets, fingers curled, gripping the fabric. She wanted to touch him, but the feel of his skin would make her lose what little restrain she had, and her intention had not been to sate only her own desire.
"Sedho a mibo nin," he said, and Elodien felt his hands leave her, and though she cried out, it was caught in his throat. She made no sound as he continued to silently, yet ardently kissed her, but her eyes widened in terror as she registered the sound he no doubt heard before she had.
Footsteps in the hall approaching their quarters, and the click of the handle on the main door leading to their rooms. Whether it was a maid, a friend, or perhaps even the master of the inn himself, they could not be certain. Unable to speak her frustration at the sudden intrusion, she pinched Haldir's arm instead and gave him a look that accused him of not locking the door.
He pulled himself away slightly and cocked his head to the side and looked at her lasciviously, obviously blaming her for being the one who started it, then leaned in and nipped her pouting bottom lip playfully. Elodien shivered, but maintained her silence, vowing revenge once the intruder had left.
The situation seemed dire, for both of their heads turned to the door, noting the handle to their room had moved slightly. Fearing the worst, Haldir grasped a sheet that had been left forgotten and pulled it up so that it at least covered his wife. The movement of the handle stopped abruptly, and the paces quickened, retreating, until the outer door was finally closed - rather loudly, they noted - and locked from the outside.
Elodien giggled now that the threat had passed, but she had little time for such mirth as she felt the hands of her lover on and in her once more. "Le aníron," growled Haldir in a low and possessive voice.
"Gerich nin," she replied, not knowing he was not yet finished with what he had wanted to say. Elodien did not give him the chance to speak as she initiated their kissing once again, her hand snaking down beneath the covers where he could not see its movement. His calls of passion were caught by her now as her hand wrapped itself around his hardened member, and he could not help but thrust forward instinctively.
He yanked the covers away from her and was atop her in seconds, hungrily taking in her beauty in the dim room, for she had a certain luminosity that radiated from her and appeared to glow brighter in such moments of passion. "Merin sa quetuval essenya írë mapuvanyel," he requested slowly, for Sindarin in his mind did not do lovemaking the justice Quenya did, and he hoped that Elodien would understand.
Even if she had not known the words he used, she knew the meaning of it, from the way his eyes looked upon her and his body had tensed in readiness. "Ányë amapta, Haldir!" The words slipped softly from her lips as her eyes fluttered shut and she waited to see - nay, to feel - if she had spoken correctly.
Her wait was not long, and she gladly accepted the smooth length into her body, willingly, achingly, as she heard his contented sigh. He had been slow, careful, but he hadn't need be. Elodien was more than prepared for his invasion, gentle or otherwise, and she moaned as she gripped his shoulders, hoping he would not linger.
Haldir did not disappoint her, understanding every last mewl and groan she made, no matter how insignificant they may have seemed. They were not merely sounds of satisfaction, for hidden within each moan was a plea, if only he could discover the meaning. In the years they had been together, he had learned what each of them meant, knew exactly how to move, and when, and how fast, and what to touch as he did so.
So often he heard of those who no longer took joy in such bliss, ding ing to no longer have such sensual relations with their mate, for sex had become nothing more than a perfected rhythm. Interestingly enough, it had been an elf regarded for being silly and impractical that he had learned the most important thing about marriage from.
- - -
"Haldir," Glorfindel had told him the day before he was to be married, "the most important thing about marriage is not to have sex."
He had stared at Glorfindel for nearly two minutes, thinking him drunk, before the elf chuckled and said to him, "Sex, correctly performed, takes less than two minutes and results a year later in the birth of an elfling. If you want to have any fun at all, do not have sex."
Still not understanding, Haldir continued to stare at the other elf, beginning to wonder if saying yes when Glorfindel asked if he wanted to receive the best advice ever was the correct thing to say. "Sex is for elves that cannot and do not understand the true pleasure of things."
"If Inot not supposed to have sex," Haldir ventured uneasily, "what ever am I to do tomorrow night? Play checkers?"
Laughing again, Glorfindel answered, "You are to make love to your bride, you silly thing."
Haldir blinked. "What's the difference?"
"As I mentioned, sex takes under two minutes. Lovemaking takes considerably longer, as lovemaking is just like sex, only done horribly, horribly wrong. So, if you want to have a good marriage," reiterated Glorfindel, "don't ever, ever, ever have sex."
- - -
He hadn't quite understood the knowledge he had been given at first, but as the years passed, he slowly began to. If he had wanted, he could have put Elodien over the edge almost as soon as he had entered her silky smooth passage. But he didn't want to.
What Haldir wanted was to hear all of the sounds she made while he moved within her body, to listen to the groaning, the gasping, the grunting as she braced herself for his next thrust. Each moan, each mewl, each mumbled whisper of his name as his hands caressed her skin, licked her jaw, and nuzzled her neck.
Her throat glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and Haldir bent his head, running his tongue up the pale column, kissing her chin, along her jaw, beneath her ear, and whispered a single word to her. Just one word, and a sharp cry came from her lips, his name part of the nearly incoherent panting that followed.
Although Elodien relaxed a bit now, Haldir did not relent in his pace. If anything, he put forth a stronger effort, plunging so deep that he felt he could lose himself forever in the rush of it. He didn't know if ever he could admit it to her, and hoped she only knew, that when he looked upon her like this, completely undone and utterly calm after her sweet release, was when he was most vulnerable. To look into her eyes, glazed over in the aftermath of passion and know it was he who had caused such a reaction from her was what truly caused the shudder that coursed now through his body.
There was nothing he could have done to stop himself from losing his control now, nor did he wish to as he paused, enveloped by Elodien as he stilled himself, and yet there was a tremor, a trembling, and a long drawn sigh. He was warm, and complete, and fulfilled, and at peace. Her hand came to his cheek, running across the damp surface, from there moving lazily down to his chest.
Reaching past the gauzy curtain that draped down the side of the canopy, Haldir pulled a cloth from the nightstand and began to clean what was necessary after reluctantly separating from Elodien. Sleep was quickly coming to his wife. "I suppose I should send word to Erestor that I shall be absent for the week, though a week would not be enough," he said softly, kissing her on the brow. "Promise me you will continue your language lessons with Legolas, and I shall extend my leave for a month."
Elodien nodded happily, and pulled Haldir into a close embrace. Smiling, Haldir whispered into her ear, "I could drink you dry, and yet still would I thirst for you." This had the desire effect, and he held her tight as she shivered. "Sleep well, my love, for I will still be thirsty come morning." Leaning back again, Elodien nodded and closed her eyes with a heavy sleepy sigh.
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Translations:
(S) Baw.
No.
(S) Ú-chenion!
I don't understand!
(S) Tiriathon.
I will watch.
(S) Maer.
Good.
(S) Sedho a mibo nin.
Be quiet and kiss me.
(S) Le aníron.
I want you.
(S) Gerich nin.
You have me.
(Q) Merin sa quetuval essenya írë mapuvanyel.
I want you to call my name as I take you.
(Q) Ányë amapta, Haldir!
Then take me, Haldir!
