The Lord of the Rings: The Banshee Queen

Chapter 17

Furiously knocking on their door, I had no patience.
If he doesn't hear the knocking, I may as well nudge him awake.
"Aragorn! My Lord Aragorn!"
After what seemed to be an eternity, he opens the door, scratching himself.
"Frodo? What do you want? It is not even daybreak yet," he groaned.
"I need to talk to you about Dawn."

Aragorn wore a terry cloth robe and ordered a servant to bring us tea.
"This is urgent, isn't it? What's the matter, Frodo? Why are you awake so early?"
I rubbed my neck and sighed.
"I had a dream where Dawn and I were running through a forest and made love. It rained blood and Dawn transformed as I became her slave."
Fighting back the many tears, I stuffed my face in my hands.
"Another Banshee held me down before Dawn cut my throat."
Aragorn was quiet, stroking his graying stubble.
"Has Gandalf told you more about Jafilyn?"
I shook my head.
I need to know who Dawn's mother is and who her father was before he died.
"No one really knows how Jafilyn came to be; it is rumored that she was older than Galadriel and she spent nearly her whole existence in solitude with only her Banshees."
"'Was'? She's not even alive?"
He raised his hand and said that he would answer my question and he drank his tea before he continued.
"Eventually, she grew tired of being alone and decided to search all over Middle-earth to find a husband. She disguised herself as a Woman named Leanera and found Theweo, a Halfling like you.
At first, she treated him like a king; going so far as to crown him as one. She revealed to him that she only wanted him as a pleasure slave and soon had his child."
And that child grew up to be my sweet darling Dawn.
"Soon after she gave birth to their daughter, she claimed he was no longer useful to her and abandoned the both of them. Not longing to rule anymore, Jafilyn poisoned herself, knowing her daughter will take her place.
As for Theweo, he moved far away and changed his name to Pilop, hoping he would forget about his past.
"The Banshees still live all because Jafilyn died with an heir. Gandalf believed it was only a legend until you told him her father's name."
He concluded the tale and leaned back on his chair.
I had no words in my throat.
Poor Mr. Pilop; he endured through so much just for that horrible Queen to abandon him.
"Frodo, you must understand: it is not Dawn's fault. But if you don't eradicate her powers, a new Age of Darkness will approach."

Learning about what he suffered through, it all made sense now. Mr. Pilop wasn't that old when he died yet his face was ravaged completely; his brown irises were dull and dark circles hung below his eyes, his pallid lips were always in a frown, and his gray-streaked brown curls were thinning.
Dawn came over to me, putting her arm on my chest.
"Frodo? Where were you?"
I replied quietly, "I went to talk to Aragorn about a dream I had earlier before you came to bed. He also told me about your mother and father."
Her hand tight on my arm, she tearfully says, "Tell me about them. Please...I have been kept in the dark about them my whole life."
I told her the whole tragic tale and when it was over, she was sobbing, cursing out Jafilyn, her ringlets tickling my face; a sweet scent clung to them.
She refused to say anything else that night.
All she did was push back tendrils of my hair behind my ears and kissed me passionately.
I undid the buttons on the back of her nightgown and disrobed her, hypnotized by her radiant form; her bare skin smooth and sunkissed.
Her nipples were pebble-hard from my touch and I sucked one into my mouth, pulling me closer to her bosom.
I reached between her legs and caressed her silky warmth. Turning over her and with a shattering slowness, I slid myself into her and began a hard rhythm as she bit into the pillows to refrain her screams of pleasure when we were drawing close to our orgasms, her juices soaking the sheets and my seed spilling inside her.