Title: Mithril Nights
Author: Sardistri
Codes: Haldir/Celeborn
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC17
Summary: A night of passion for a Lord and his Guardian…
Disclaimer: Unless the characters are of my own creation they 
belong to
Tolkien…but I am going to play with them anyway :op
Feedback: Yes please!  sardistri@yahoo.com
Authors notes: This story was written for the great Zigs, elf 
hunter
extraordinaire ;o)


Mithril Nights


Starlit eyes beckoned him across the room, soft lips curling 
into a faint smile as he did so. A silver eyebrow arched 
delicately at his slow pace, head tilting to the side slightly 
sending mithril locks of hair sprawling across a broad shoulder. 
A small shrug forced the silver-grey robe to slip of those strong 
shoulders that carried a deceptive amount of strength within 
them.

Standing there in the pristine white under robes he looked 
ethereal. Smooth pale skin, framed by the shining ithil kissed 
hair with a faint shimmer of power and authority hanging 
around him in the air. Upon closer inspection you could see 
that small flowers and vines twined around each other in a 
cream stitch creating a flawless pattern upon the crisp white 
fabric.

Strong hands reached up and traced the mithril necklace he 
wore, skilled fingers moving along the intricate patterns until 
they finally reached up past the slender column that was his 
throat and gently unclasped the symbol of Lordship. The 
proud sign of his status was carefully placed upon the mantle 
piece on a velvet-covered stand. The hands then traveled 
back to the Lord reaching down to the mithril belt buckle that 
had a vaguely similar pattern to the necklace, only much 
smaller and with thin slips of silk threaded though and allowed 
to trail down the front of the robe. He walked over to the 
mantle piece again and the buckle soon joined the 
necklace, as did the silk once carefully folded up. The small 
clasp holding back the mithril hair back also went, being 
found very unnecessary indeed.

Turning away from the mantle piece after placing the objects 
on it, the Guardian looked back to his Lord and was once 
again amazed to see how utterly exquisite he looked, though 
he was still able to retain his air of power and authority, still 
managed to look like a warrior. Those starry eyes now locked 
onto his again, silently urging him to come back over. He did 
so, quickly closing the distance this time and his hands 
instantly slid up the chest and swiftly tangled themselves in 
the mithril silk that was Lord Celeborn's hair and took a few 
moments to marvel at his beautiful eyes. It was like the very 
skies of October had been plucked from the air and placed 
within those radiant cerulean eyes.

Calm patience finally gave way as one head tilted up as the 
other dipped down slightly; soft lips came together in first a 
soft teasing brush then in a gentle kiss. Unable to withhold his 
desire the Guardian parted his lips savouring the sweet 
tongue that slid into his mouth playing with his own in 
tantalizingly slow strokes then moving about to explore his 
mouth with gentle sweeps. Clever fingers tiptoed up Haldir's 
chest and soon undid the tiny silver clasps on his tunic then 
smoothly pushed the garment from his shoulders then sneakily 
moved down to his waist tugging out the white under shirt 
and was soon able to toss it aside after swiftly undoing the 
buttons.

Haldir’s eyes slid shut as teasing hands ghosted over his chest, 
taking time to explore every inch of his flesh. The slender 
hands swept down the pale throat, skirted along the 
collarbones either side and then lightly traced small 
imaginary patterns over the chest, cruelly avoiding the small 
pale buds that were so desperate his attention. Celeborn 
stopped momentarily as he divested himself of his white inner 
robe and then under shirt too, both thrown across a nearby 
chair.

A soft purring moan of approval slipped from the back of 
Haldir’s throat as Celeborn pulled him close, bringing smooth 
silk chests together causing a tingling down his spine, 
especially once a hand moved delicately around him 
cupping the back of his head as he was taken in a far more 
feverous kiss this time. Passion, desire and need finally getting 
the better of them after having drawn out the moment for far 
too long.

Haldir’s hands were quick to tangle in Celeborn's hair once 
again, his senses greedily taking in how soft and perfect the 
Lord’s mane was, how perfect his scent was - pine with a faint 
hint of cinnamon and how delicious he tasted. He was only 
vaguely aware of the fact that he was being walked 
backwards, the movements only fully registering when the 
back of his legs were greeted by the glorious bed, covered in 
silk sheets, velvet throws and large sumptuous cushions. As 
with the rest of the room, they were coloured in soft greys, 
impressive silvers and crisp whites all looking beautiful with the 
glow of the few candles flickering in the room.

His thoughts were interrupted as his bottom lip was first nipped 
then gently sucked on before he was pulled into another 
breathtaking kiss. Celeborn slowly lowered his beloved 
Guardian onto the high bed, allowing him to sink into the 
extravagant yet tasteful sheets and cushions. He took half a 
step back and pulled first a left boot, then a right from Haldir’s 
feet. He briefly indulged in trailing nails over the soft arch of 
each foot, settling each hand around the ankle of each and 
letting a thumb glide slightly lower on each one to rub in slow 
circles. He was able to produce a playfully ticklish sensation, 
which had Haldir half-heartedly attempting to pull his feet 
back. The mithril Lord then leaned over Haldir and his fingers 
curled around the velvet leggings, noting the dark grey was 
oddly flattering against the pale skin. Tugging the leggings of 
his lips curled ever so slightly as Haldir arched his hips up to 
help, his mind thinking of other ways to make those hips go 
up.

The elven Lord was quick to slip of his own leggings after 
removing his soft suede shoes. He then took a moment to 
view the beautiful creature that his Haldir was, looking up at 
him with those half lidded eyes, lips red and swollen from the 
passionate kiss. Reaching forward and half kneeling on the 
bed he speedily unravelled the annoying braids holding his 
lovers silver hair in place, tossing two small mithril clasps onto 
the floor, paying no attention as they skittered to a hold in 
front of the dresser. 

Smiling as Haldir’s hands reached up for him and pulled him 
down he indulged himself in softly teasing the tip of Haldir's 
right ear with his velvet tongue, taking a moment to suck the 
lobe into his mouth giving it a small nip, a chuckle at the back 
of his throat as a feigned sound of annoyance greeted his 
ears.

Settling him self between silk covered steel thighs he sighed 
with admiration as the well honed muscles in them flexed as 
his lover fidgeted, the impatience in him once again stirring. 
Celeborn loved moments like this, Haldir laying wantonly, legs 
wide and a slight pleading expression. The sign of his arousal 
stiff and now weeping proudly straining between his legs, a 
soft mewl escaping soft lips as a Lord’s hand teasingly glided 
over it.

It was now that he felt powerful, not the same power as when 
he sat on his throne alongside Galadriel, making decisions 
that effected the rest of middle earth. No, this was a different 
kind of power – not one that drained and stressed you, 
weighed heavily on your mind. This was something far headier 
and intoxicating, finding love in one who so often wore a 
mask – sharing private moments of open expressions, love 
and utter trust. Yes, he felt loved and special knowing that this 
creature who insisted on showing himself as calm, calculated 
and perfect in all his moves, arrogance overriding most 
characteristics to the untrained eye, could show such love 
and affection to him without a split seconds hesitation.

The hands stroked trembling thighs in a tender move and 
then the mithril covered head dipped once more to bestow 
soft kisses over the thighs, slowly moving up until a tongue 
could snake out and taste the pre-cum that showed his lovers 
need for him clearly. At the sharp intake of breath he 
decided he had been cruel enough and knelt back up, 
leaned over Haldir and snatched a small vial of golden liquid 
of it.

After letting a small lot drizzle onto his hands he let his right 
hand drift down to the dark entrance that his lover so 
desperately wanted him inside, smiling as his prediction of the 
hips arching came true. With first one finger he slowly twisted 
round until he found that small sweet spot that sent a shudder 
through Haldir, the ripple of his muscles a glorious sight. Then a 
second and finally a third finger was added, all the while a 
scissoring motion was applied as he carefully prepared his 
lover and also keeping other hand trailing lightly on Haldir 
erection.

Finally finding his love safely prepared and ready he smoothly 
laid down upon his writhing beauty, positioning himself at the 
entrance. It was with a single delicious but agonizingly slow 
thrust that he embedded himself deep with the tight 
passage, savouring the heat and warmth he began to slowly 
rock, soon finding a pace that suited both of them.

Soon carnal pleasure forced the thrusting to reach a faster 
pace, one that caused panting and whispers of need and 
want. The pearl and mithril forms moved together in the 
rhythm, each soon finding themselves lost in a sweet climax.

Neither had known such elevation in their lives than in these 
mithril nights when in the glow of the candles, the silk of the 
luxurious sheets and most importantly, the warmth of each 
other arms they would find themselves throwing their heads 
back and crying each other’s names in sheer ecstasy.

The End