The Dunadan's Daughter-2: 26. 26. The Depth of His Love

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26. 26. The Depth of His Love

WARNING: Here is NC-17 chapter #2! If you are under 18 please skip it--you're not missing anything...Adult readers, enjoy!

When they arrived at Elfhelm's quarters Thea entered, but stood hesitantly in the center of the room, as the man stoked the fire and brought up a lamp. The Marshal turned to her, seeing trepidation in her eyes. Moving behind her, he reached around and unfastened his cloak, laying it across a chair. When she still did not respond, he began to rub her shoulders.


She turned to him and gave a shy smile, a blush on her cheeks. "It has been a long time since…" she trailed off. Elfhelm raised an eyebrow and her blush deepened. She dipped her head and continued, "Before that night it had been a very long time since I lay with anyone and, even then, it was rare and…usually less than pleasurable."

The marshal became concerned with that admission. Her last relationship had been…bad? There was still so much he did not know about this woman. "Thea, did I hurt you that night?" Elfhelm asked gently cupping her cheek, remembering when she came to him and how tight she was. He had done nothing to prepare her; that night pure animal instinct drove him.

She nuzzled his hand before reaching up and mirroring the action. She loved the feel of his beard. He wore it longer than Aragorn so it was softer, thicker; it tickled. "You did not; at least not by any fault of your own. My actions were hasty and I acted without thought."

He stepped closer. She always smelled of vanilla and cloves. "Then let me make it up to you tonight; let me love you as you should be loved." To demonstrate his point and drive any doubt from her mind, he threaded his fingers in her hair and kissed her lips, as he had earlier. This time however, his tongue ran along her lower lip, begging entrance. She obliged letting her tongue moved to greet his. Keeping one hand in her hair, Elfhelm snaked the other about her waist and pulled their bodies flush. Already his member twitched. Leaving her lips, he trailed kisses up her cheek to her ear. Here he nibbled and nipped before moving down the column of her neck. Thea let her head loll to the side, giving the man better access. He took full advantage of it and sucked the junction between neck and shoulder. Thea sighed. Elfhelm's ministrations remained gentle and slow. Tonight would not be a blur of passion. Tonight he would show her the depth of his love.

His hand slid down her back and came to rest on the swell of her bottom; his other hand released her hair and traversed down her neck, over her bare collarbone to brush her silk covered breast. She arched, giving him silent permission to continue. He gently kneaded the soft flesh as his mouth again sought hers.

Thea ran her hands up over his broad chest before working on the clasp securing his over coat. He chucked at her determination. Divesting him of the coat, she moved quickly to his vest and finally to the laces on his shirt. Now it was her turn to kiss a line from his lips to that delightful little dip at the base of the throat, now freed from its confines; Elfhelm growled as she dipped her tongue into the depression. Her passion was mounting and he needed to maintain control to avoid hurting her again.

Pulling away, he guided her to his bed and sat her down. He then kneeled before her and removed her shoes, raising her leg to place a kiss on each ankle. Never had anyone treated her thusly and Thea's body hummed. Next, he pulled her to her feet and turned her away from him. Carefully he unlaced her dress, letting the silk fall from her form. This time, there was no sheath to cover her, only an underskirt, hanging loosely from her hips. Pressing into her back, he kissed her neck, his hands gliding around to fondle her bared breasts. Thea pressed back, her head resting on his strong shoulder. He pulled a wonton moan from her as his lips drew a line of fire from her neck to her shoulder. His fingers pinched at her nipples, making them peak with desire. Keeping one hand where it was, content to play with her breast, the other slid to her abdomen, pressing her lower body against his, rubbing against his growing desire. Thea's hand reached back to caress his thigh as Elfheml's hand began to descend, dipping under the waist of her underskirt to tease the nest of curls it encountered. Heat pooled in her core and she felt the wetness between her legs.

"Aye, my love," the man breathed as he combed through her curls, his lips sucking on her earlobe. She could feel him smile as she became unmade. His hand moved lower and she gasped as his fingers slid between her moist folds. Unconsciously, she stepped her legs apart, giving him easier access. He obliged, stroking the flesh as he felt her rock against him. He stopped caressing her breast and core long enough to push the fabric over her hips, leaving her naked. The man turned her around and gazed at her feminine beauty before bending to suckle her rosy nipple. His hand returned to stroke her. Thea thought her legs would give out and sank to his bed as he dropped to his knees in order to continue lavishing her breasts.

Breaking contact, he pressed her back on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. He moved between them, his broad form pushing them apart. Unexpectedly, he leaned in to taste her. She nearly catapulted from the bed at the sensation. The marshal chuckled and ran his tongue along her wet folds. She writhed on the bed; never before had she felt another's lips there. She wanted more, wanted him to do it again and he did, running his tongue along her, sucking her throbbing nub, drinking her juices. Her hands came to his head as she moved beneath him. She could feel the heat building, he would bring her to climax if he did not stop! She tried to tell him, but he remained as he was, his beard tickling the sensitive skin. She arched from the bed, crying out his name as the orgasm washed over her. Only after tasting all she had to offer did Elfham stand, looking at Thea with passion filled eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head as his soon to be lover, shimmied onto the bed, watching him with hungry eyes as he removed his belt, kicked off his boots and removed his trousers. Thea took a deep breath as she admired his physique. The last time she saw him he was bandaged and her mind was in a fog; but this time-- she was well aware of his body, the powerful muscles that lay beneath his tanned skin. His massive thigh muscles flexed as Elfhelm climbed next to her on the bed, pushing down the cool sheets. Looking deep into her eyes, he kissed her; she tasted herself on his tongue. She tried to roll him over but he resisted; she tried to touch him but he batted her hand away.

"I will spend if you touch me," he said with a smile.

"But I want to give you pleasure in return," she breathed, nipping at his neck.

"In due time," he replied, his hand drawing lazy designs down her body. She trembled at his touch. "Tonight is about making love; showing you what you mean to me."

She brushed her fingers across his lips and he kissed them. Positioning her on her back, he took her nipple in his mouth and she squirmed and giggled as his hair tickled her. Keeping her focused on what his lips were doing, he again stroked her sensitive nub before pushing a finger inside her. She gasped, then arched at his touch with a sigh. Carefully he pumped the finger in and out. With a nip to her breast, he added a finger, slowly beginning to stretch her. Her hips began to move. Moving up, he captured her lips while adding a third finger and, when he felt her bear down on him, he deemed her ready. He wedged his knee between her legs and she responded by letting her bent knees fall open as he moved between them. Elfhelm positioned himself at her opening. He looked into her dark green eyes, silently asking permission before slowly sliding into her body. He felt her tense and stopped.

"Do not stop," Thea panted. Elfhelm inched in, allowing her body to adjust to his size. When he could go no further, she wrapped her long legs about his upper thighs and lifted her hips to drive him just a bit deeper. He groaned as her snug heat hugged his shaft. Propping on his elbows, he began to rock gently, painstakingly slowly. Thea matched his thrusts, trying to control her passion. Tears slipped from the corners of her closed eyes at the sheer beauty of what she felt. Her lover bent to kiss the tears away as he began to thrust faster, tension mounting.

"Open your eyes and look at me," he said. She complied and, when their gaze locked, she felt her body explode again in ecstasy and tighten around his still firm member. Keeping eye contact, Elfhelm thrust twice before collapsing against her, utterly spent. The man thought their first time had been intense, but it paled in comparison. Carefully he rolled off her, his sated shaft leaving her. He pulled her to him and she snuggled against his side, resting her head on his chest. She let her fingers glide through the hair on his chest and the delicate touch caused the man to shiver. She smiled. The two managed to pull the bedding up and settled in for a few hours of sleep.

Elfhelm kissed the crown of her head and spoke, "So does this mean you will accept the brooch and not flee from me in the early hours of the morn for a third time?" He heard her give a soft snort before she entwined her leg with his. She was not going anywhere.


At the King's breakfast table, the absence of the Marshal of the East-Mark and the Mistress of Lore did not go unnoticed, although none commented. All were happy for the couple. Éomer felt the sting of loneliness again as he glanced towards the beautiful Lothiriel.


Author's Note: So we end this segment and leave Edoras for a spell. Part 3 continues with 'The Captain's Daughter' featuring Erkenbrand. But fear not! Gamling and the rest of the crew will be around! Thanks for reading! ~G

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Gwaelinn

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - Post-Ring War

Genre: Romance

Rating: Adult

Last Updated: 04/11/12

Original Post: 12/11/11

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