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Chapter Six: Forbidden

The stars sparkled brightly outside the oval window as Glorfindel stared out at the expanse and endless void of space. Dax walked up beside him and offered a mug that he took with a small smile. They had stopped by his ship for him to change into more comfortable clothing than his workout linens before coming to Dax's quarters. Along with him he had brought her a bottle of his own stash of Dorwinion wine for her own keeping; however, this brew she brought him now was not the wine.

"What kind of mixture is this?" he asked.

"Hot chocolate with whipped cream," she said. "It will soothe your nerves."

"Do they need comforting?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow before taking a sip. "Though I thank you, Jadzia. You are too kind."

"Would you like to talk about earlier?" she queried as he started to wander around her quarters, looking at the many items adorning her walls and shelves. "What was that with Haldir?"

Glorfindel gingerly sipped his drink again and stared into the brown liquid before looking up to her again.

"As I said earlier, it is nothing of great import and I do not wish to trouble you with it," he said.

"You won't be," she said, reaching out and placing a hand on his arm.

He sighed before speaking, "We have been through much as of late but also our whole lives have been filled with great changes and events. To have this terrible kidnapping of our friends so close to the end of our journey is troublesome."

"I'm sure we'll find them, especially if Ben can get approval from Starfleet Command," she assured him.

"Doubt does not cross my mind in our mission to rescue them," he said with another weary sigh before hanging his head. After a moment he raised his green eyes to her again and they were filled with a fatigue of the soul. "Jadzia, I am tired and worn as are Lords Elrond and Erestor though so are the others... even Bilbo and Frodo. We only want peace in our hearts and we would have found it in Valinor but yet we are kept from that once more by our foes who have continuously done so for ages."

He closed his eyes tightly as he seemed to remember things from the ages of his years. Revisiting all the memories of times past.

"Enough of this distressing talk," he said with a shake of his head. "You let me escape this tired prison for a time tonight. Let us continue that."

"What would you like to do?" she asked warmly, though a bit disappointed that they were on another subject since she was sincerely interested in what else was going on with Glorfindel.

It was then that he ran his fingertips along the edge of the bat'leth on the wall before looking around at the various other items surrounding them.

"I would have expect one of long years to have a great many things collected," he said. "Though you only have so much."

"That can be rather difficult between hosts at times," she said with a sigh then laughed. "Otherwise I'm sure I'd have two cargo holds of storage full of belongings!"

Glorfindel's unsure look caught her gaze, "What is this host you speak of?"

"Oh, I didn't explain it to you did I?" Dax recalled then laughed again at Glorfindel's still curious look. "The Trill, my race, have several people in our population who can carry symbionts inside our bodies in a mutual relationship experiencing the lives of the host while sharing memories and the lives of previous hosts."

A few moments later he seemed to grasp a little of what she described but also had the strangest face as he figured out the concept.

"I believe I see how you are three hundred years old," he said with a smile. "So it is the lives of many in one but not a rebirth or continual, singular life."

"It is for the symbionts but not for the host like me. It is also an incredible opportunity for those who take part as hosts," she explained. "When each host dies, the symbiont is given to a new host."

Glorfindel appeared to think about it for a few moments before speaking again.

"I think I understand now why your Captain calls you 'Old Man'," Glorfindel said with a smirk. "Did he know you before but not as Jadzia?"

"Yes, he knew Curzon Dax who was the host before me," she said with a nod, she was glad he understood the complexities of the joined Trill. "He was the one I get my Klingon interests from."

"Ah, it all comes together," he said with smile. "I would have loved to meet this Curzon."

"He might have enjoyed your company but he did have quite the ego due to his somewhat high status," Dax commented with a sigh. "It can be a bit frustrating when everyone knows you once were the great Curzon."

"He was well known then?" Glorfindel questioned.

"Yes, a little too much for his own good," she grumbled then laughed. "I bet you don't have anyone even like the Trill from your world."

"No, but you and I are more alike than you may believe," he said before finishing his drink and placing it on a nearby table.

"How so?" she asked with a perked eyebrow.

"We are warriors in our own right and both have a reputation that precedes us due to our exploits," he began then lowered his tone slightly that made goose bumps rise all over Dax's skin. "And we both have felt the cold hand of death."

Dax did not say a word as she watched the golden-haired elf wander around her quarters, still looking at her ornamental decorations but not quite seeing them fully as his mind was troubled once more with thoughts. She knew very little about this person before her but things became a little clearer as she thought about them. The way wisdom and age came from his gaze showed he was much older and knowledgeable of the ways of the universe than any of the other elves much less the other races in the Federation or other nearby empires. The way the other elves treated him with a certain level of respect even if he served below another of a much younger age than he. The stare-down between Glorfindel and Haldir showed the influence and reverence he had over the others. Yet, Dax did not know what it was that Glorfindel had done to deserve this reputation he spoke of moments ago. The weariness and need to be at peace with himself was apparent to Dax finally.

"I cannot say that I have really 'died'," she said carefully. "The symbiont is removed before a Trill host passes."

"Close enough," he said just above a whisper before he turned back to her, the weight of the universe in his eyes again. "You still have felt as the light of life slips from you."

She held her breath as he came close to her, the intensity of his gaze bore down on her but she could not look away. There was pain but a need for comfort and acceptance behind his struggle.

"The only one who understood me and with whom I could speak was Mithrandir," Glorfindel said quietly, his face inches away from hers. "Now, he is gone and it troubles me but yet my soul is heartened to have met someone who knew not my name or deeds before I came to them. Peerless I have been my whole life and here I am, traveling to Valinor when I find one who is my equal."

Dax took a sharp breath as she felt Glorfindel's hand trace her cheek, barely touching above her skin. Her eyes skipped back up to his as he stared unblinkingly into hers.

"Know me," he whispered just above his breath. "As I shall know you."

Wondering about his words for a moment, Dax pondered what he meant. Seconds later her thoughts were answered as a rush of thoughts invaded her mind. Her breath became caught in her throat as she suddenly found herself in an unknown place and she glanced around, finding the sight of bright light, gold and silver mingling together. Two trees stood in the center of the brilliance and a great mountain range rose around them. Suddenly she was whisked to a cold wasteland of ice as many others traveled slowly alongside her. As quickly as the images came and went before, Dax was taken to a battle where thousands of soldiers stood stoically around her, anticipating an enemy advancing upon them in the distance with vile creatures and dragons.

A small city between a cleft of mountains greeted her with peace and tranquility. She felt as if this was later in a life she did not know but realized she was reliving. Faces she recognized of Lords Elrond and Erestor passed by her and then the images of Starfleet officers like the infamous Commander Will Riker and, of course, dear Worf came in front of her. They vanished once again and she was riding along a vast plain where a city built into a mountainside rose up in front of her that looked as ancient as many civilizations' ruins she had visited in her days.

The scene disappeared again to be replaced with the view of a grand city of white, stonewalls and buildings with blue fountains upon a hill in a vast valley, which again she realized was earlier in time than the other city she had just seen. A moment later it changed again, showing her the white city from within at night but alight with flames and destruction. A chill wind caught her face as she was flown to a high cliff top as she struggled to battle a ferocious creature burning of fire towering above her with horns and wings as it stabbed at her with its own sword. The heat was near unbearable but still they fought on, knowing that if this creature was not stopped than all was lost. A well-placed slash at the abdomen sent the monster roaring as it fell backward over the edge of the cliff but there was no time for triumph as she felt the fiend grab her hair, yanking her down with him as she felt her neck snap with a sickening crack before all became dark.

Dax let out a scream but once she opened her eyes, she found herself in her quarters, strong arms embracing her as she trembled, holding tightly to the person who was real and not a vision like the ones she had just seen. After several minutes, she pulled away to face Glorfindel who, with darkened eyes, looked upon her with sympathetic knowledge. She realized then he had seen her years and life too but also every memory of the hosts before her.

She did not pull away or start in surprise as Glorfindel's hand tenderly felt along her face, gently encouraging her to lean her head close to him. He also came closer, his lips coming in contact with hers as they broke the borders they both had tested since they had met. A thought came into Glorfindel's head; he knew this development was taboo since he was of the undying, eternal elves and Dax a mortal in a sense but he did not care anymore or if the Valar would disapprove. He had given so much of his life in service to the great houses of the Eldar, to the Valar, and even Eru the great one. This much he thought was owed to him.

Hesitation was not present as Glorfindel further caressed Dax's lips with his own, knowing exactly what she enjoyed after their strong connection of minds. Her thoughts were a confusion of emotions as the golden lord drew out her desires with each affectionate touch of his mouth and electric sensation from his fingers tracing down her neck. She leaned into his hand with a contented sigh as they broke apart to gaze at each other. His green eyes barely registered the restraint he had but showed the incredible desire he had to have her as his. Dax's own questioning look asked silently about what was happening between them but her bottom lip quivered to taste him again on her.

Glorfindel wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him as Dax pressed hungrily against his mouth, relishing the sweetness of the depths as his tongue dueled with her own. His hand drifted lower to cup her taut bottom as her own hands strongly held his head in place and drifted along his back. Their breathing came faster as they devoured each urge that washed upon them, swollen lips tingling with each tantalizing sensation.

Dax moaned deeply into Glorfindel's mouth as she felt him grind his hips against hers, his strong arousal rubbing against her own aching need. She felt her knees give out as a wayward hand drifted between her thighs to rub her sensitive area. However, Glorfindel felt her give way and easily took her into his arms, leading her into the nearby hallway to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed with care as he took his place above her, straddling her body with his powerful legs. Gradually they unclothed each other until they were in their bare form for each to relish.

The Trill could not tear her eyes away from the surreal creature before her that seemed to scream perfection from every nerve of her being. The muscles of his chest were built with defined lines but they were soft rather than over exemplified. His stomach was flat but also showed the lines of his muscles from years of being in shape and staying so. Eventually her eyes fell to the turgid shaft that protruded prominently from a small nest of golden curls. His girth was greater than many she had ever encountered and she held her breath as she beheld it, wondering if she would be able to take him.

She watched as his lust clouded eyes studied her body from head to toe and back again as he learned her, tucking away each image in the back of his mind. The golden-haired elf started from the bottom, his talented hands drifting up the sides of her legs, following the brown spots up her calves to her thighs, pulling his body with him as he crept upward. His warm breath passed over her opening, causing her to shiver. She threw her head back as his hands passed over her ribs and over her breasts where her spots took a turn for her collarbone. His length alighted along her thighs and fit into the little nook between her legs as he lay upon her, letting Dax feel his weight press against her.

After a quick flick of his tongue over her lips, Glorfindel moved downward again and teased her legs apart with his knee. Their gaze was locked as she watched him take a breast into his mouth, sucking upon her greedily. Her whole body quaked as his hand again traveled between her legs to her wet opening, rubbing and pinching her swollen clit. The nibbling he had begun on her nipple did not help her in trying to gain composure. Soon she felt one finger, then two, and a third press into her all the while Glorfindel's thumb pressed against her nub in succession with his gentle biting.

"Please," she sobbed softly as he continually drew out more through his ministrations. "I cannot take more of this, Glorfindel!"

"But you will," he drawled, speaking softly into her ear as he relinquished her hardened and bruised nipple.

Dax usually played a fairly active role in bed play but Glorfindel had so overwhelmed her that she found herself a slave to what he had learned about her through their memories. She wanted to own him as well and drive away the shadows that clouded his happiness. She wished to be his and the one to also overwhelm him. As he had said, they were equals.

With renewed fervor, Dax pushed herself upward, catching Glorfindel by surprise as he had positioned himself to enter her. They wrestled a moment on the bed, limber legs and arms struggling for dominance as they rolled and resisted. Glorfindel found himself succumbing as delicate fingers traced up his shaft, sending a low growl from his throat that thoroughly sent him backward on the bed, Dax triumphantly positioned above him.

"Do what you will," he purred at her, daring her to surpass what he had already given her.

A devilish smile appeared on her face as she held his pinned arms still. She let go as her hands drifted down his chest; her mouth spreading kisses along his abdomen as she went lower. Glorfindel groaned as she summarily took his length wholly into her mouth. Her luscious lips drew upon him as she suckled him hungrily. Glorfindel's hands, now freed as her hands squeezed his thighs, held her head as her tongue played across his tip, causing his shaft to twitch with each pass.

When her touches stopped, he grumbled at the pause but when he looked upon her again his eyes glistened with want. Glorfindel felt himself let go as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Dax's warm insides were slick and inviting as she sheathed him fully, straddling his hips. She began to move up and down upon him, feeling his full girth pressing within her and tantalizing each sensitive spot within her.

Glorfindel groaned again as Dax continuously slid over him. With a possessive pull of her arm, he pulled her down upon him and took a delectable breast into his mouth. He suckled and nibbled as she still moved over his body, her face changing with each sensation and her mouth in a small o-shape as she drew closer to her peak. His hands traced along her back, feeling each muscle and curve of her form.

Taking Dax into his embrace, Glorfindel tumbled with her again so that he had her below him. Immediately he set to thrusting into her depths, wanting to feel her all around him more as her muscles tightened with each drive. A tightly voiced cry of his name, sobbed out of Dax's throat as she reached her climax and instinctually let her muscles contract around him, which made Glorfindel come undone. With a deep moan he released into her, feeling her insides milk him of every drop.

Collapsing into her arms, Glorfindel nuzzled into Dax's neck and dark hair. Her nails raked along his back and the golden lord purred into her ear. He let out a husky breath as he felt her inner muscles squeeze around him again at his vocal reaction to her ministrations.

"More," she whispered next.

*
Kira walked into the Security office and found the night shift guard on duty instead of Odo. She motioned for him to stay where he was as she went into the back room where the holding cells were located. Walking in, she noticed that one of the cells was occupied by a recently ill-tempered elf staring back at her as if he knew she was coming at that exact moment. She walked right up to him and stopped in front of him on the other side of the force field. Kira waited for him to say something but when he made no move to do so, she took it upon herself to begin the conversation.

"Thanks to your brothers, Quark has decided to drop the charges against you for the mess you made as well as waived the cost for it all," she said with a sigh.

"I will have to tell them of my appreciation," Haldir said calmly as he did not blink. "Am I free to go now?"

"Yes," Kira said as she tapped the panel next to the field doorway, disabling the force field. "Just please don't start anymore trouble while you are on this station."

"Perhaps you can order your engineers to be faster in repairing our ship so that I no longer can be a problem for you," he said icily.

"Why don't you tell them yourself?" she said back, matching his tone.

Haldir paused after he stepped out of the cell. For a moment he studied her with a sincere interest, curious about the brash nature the woman had with him.

"Are you always this forward with people you meet?" he asked, his voice more sober.

"It depends on who decides to be a nuisance with me," she said, then motioned for him to follow her. "Come on, I have to escort you back to your ship until tomorrow after Odo overlooks your file with Quark."

"As you wish," Haldir said as he followed her but came to her side, matching her stride as they went along.

They walked in silence all the way to the docking collar whereupon she followed him in to make sure he went all the way.

"It was good speaking with you, Major," he said with a strange glint to his eye. "Mayhap we shall meet again under better circumstances while I am still here."

"We'll see," she said with a nod as he disappeared around a corner.

Kira was about to exit the ship when she felt a strong grip take hold of her and threw her against the bulkhead. She went to fight back by placing a well-thrown punch with her fist but her attacker grabbed it easily. Kira looked in confusion at a pair of familiar silver-blue eyes looked upon her eagerly. Before she could say a word or make another move in defense, she found herself thoroughly engrossed in a mind-consuming kiss as Haldir set out to taste her. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his strength in holding her as well as his hard, muscled body pressed against her own with want.

"Come with me," he whispered into her ear before leading her back into the ship.