Summary: Haldir, Elrond, and Sex (for ff.net: Elrond is the prey of the Wild Hunt)
Pairing: Elrond/Haldir (For absolutely no good reason other than I love them both.)
Rating: NC-17
Series: One more on its way as Glorfindel fights back.
Feedback: Yes, like air and food, I need it, I even crave it. Preferably with sugar and not too much of a grain of salt. ^_^ I think it's a result of a FB addiction. ^_^ Thanks to all who have taken their time to let me know they liked my previous stories. If you have comments on what would make this story better, feel free to let me know, just make it as ouch-less as possible. LoL.
Additionally, this story has not yet been beta'ed. When the beta is completed, I will update and make corrections.
Notes: Just a quick note. I write as a hobby and for fun. I share because someone may like it too. I do what I can, where I can to the best of my ability. I'm not sure I consider myself a 'serious' writer. I'm not quite sure what that is. I am *serious* about my writing and it is a labor of love. This is my baby. Please treat it gently. ^_^
This story came about because I wanted arrogant Haldir, lonely Elrond and sex together in one place. There is *no* plot and no good reason for this story. If that's not what you are looking for, please feel free to delete and move on. No harm, no foul. ^_^
Credits and Thanks: Title was inspired by Laurell K. Hamilton's "A Kiss of Shadows", which in desperation for all things fantasy (what with LoTR not in theatres and still two weeks to release of the DVD) I finally succumbed and read. To those who love the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, Faerie folklore, sex with beautiful men (bishonen! Lovely, Lovely bishies!), murder and court intrigue and more sex, I would highly recommend. ^_^ No slash in her first two books in the series, oh well. There is always hope.
The Lord of Imladris and his sons were visiting Lothlórien. A satisfied smirk curled Haldir's lips as he studied his reflection in the silvered glass. Haldir smoothed the dark blue tunic with his hands as he turned first this way and that. He had paid particular attention today in what he should wear, discarding his normal uniform of silver greys and black in favor of the more somber midnight colors.
Ignoring the slight vibration of the talan's floor when his brothers climbed in, Haldir sat cross-legged upon his pallet. He began to brush his hair until it shone like finest spun silk in the pale lights gleaming among the branches.
Rúmil whistled long and low. "What ho, little brother? Whither do you go dressed like you are some great lord's consort?"
"Trollop, more like!" Orophin snickered and ducked avoiding the blow that Rúmil had aimed at the back of his head. He turned, his pale brows climbing his forehead as he caught his first glance of Haldir. An amused grin spread mischievously across his face. "Sweet Elbereth, Haldir, who has gotten you in such a dither that you dress as if you were the first and last morsel at some fertility celebration?"
Haldir tilted an eyebrow in arrogant disregard, fingers automatically plaiting his hair as he watched his brothers' approach through narrowed, suspicious eyes.
"Well, stand for us little brother that we may appreciate fully the peacock of Lórien." Rúmil smirked as Orophin grabbed one of Haldir's hands and pulled him to his feet. The two brothers circled Haldir matching grins upon their faces and mischief sparkling brightly in their eyes.
Standing in their midst, Haldir adopted a slightly bored air as his brothers circled him. The March-warden of Lothlórien had dressed with particular care this night. Gone was the silver tunic and black leggings, rather he wore a tunic of deepest blue, like a moonless night sky, embroidered with a faint silver thread, as if Ithil had laid the lightest of blessings upon the material. Small silver buttons marked with the delicate crest of the Lord Celeborn adorned the tunic from neck to hem. The tunic shimmered and fell in soft folds above strong thighs clad in leggings of deepest indigo. Soft leather boots climbed Haldir's long, long legs; the wide tops were gathered with silver buckles just above the knee. Twirling gracefully, Haldir preened for his brothers' eyes, the firmness of his thighs emphasized by slits along the side of his tunic nearly all the way to the silver link belt that graced his slender waist. The silver under-tunic flashed at throat and thigh.
Haldir had even allowed his braids to fall free around his face, rather than bind them back, as was his habit. Four intricately woven braids hung loosely upon either side just in front of his ears, accenting the shape of his face and the darkness of his brow and the brightness of his gaze.
For a moment neither brother could speak. Then Rúmil cleared his throat nervously and grinned lopsidedly. "Whoever the maid may be, she best watch her heart." He touched one of the tiny braids accenting Haldir's high-cheekboned face.
Orophin snorted inelegantly. "'Tis not her heart she need be careful of. Rather she should watch her virtue. Haldir is upon the hunt."
"And what he hunts goes upon two legs." Both brothers laughed and Haldir's lips twitched to match their amusement.
"Tell me, pen-neth, whose Father should I warn that you are coming? What maid shall I prepare for grief?" Orophin's teasing took on a greater sarcasm as he watched his youngest brother.
"Yes. If my purse should grow the poorer for buying some Father's favor, I would know who it is you would pursue this night, dear brother." Rúmil favored Haldir with a suspicious look.
Haldir laughed. "Neither of you need worry. 'Tis no maidenly adventure I seek tonight."
Orophin pushed Haldir into Rúmil's arms. "I do not believe you. Where do you go dressed like--" Orophin gestured at Haldir words lost to him as he sought to describe his brother's predatory splendor, "--like you seek a mate."
Struggling briefly, Haldir leaned back against Rúmil when it became apparent that his brother had no intention of releasing him quite yet. "I have an eye for more than just maids, and well you both know it!"
"Some unwary nér has fallen susceptible to your charms? Who in Lothlórien would be so foolish? Who in Lothlórien does not know of your fabled prowess that you--Haldir o Lórien--feel compelled to decorate yourself like some mortal bard seeking an Elven maid's favor?"
Elbowing Rúmil in his stomach, Haldir slipped from his eldest brother's grasp with ease. "Neither nér nor nís of Lórien, so fear not that some angry father shall come seeking either of you in duel." Haldir smirked. "And I will not thank you if you ruin the effect that I have worked so assiduously for."
Orophin shook his head in mock despair. "You are delusional, little brother, I am sure. Who then do you hunt?"
"There is no one... " Rúmil's voice trailed off as Haldir cocked an expectant brow at him, his smile widening.
"We have visitors from Imladris. I thought it would be meet if I offered my services as guide to at least one among them."
"You are mad! Lord Celeborn would have your bollocks should you molest one hair upon his grandsons' heads... " Rúmil stared at Haldir horrified. He wondered if he would be called to bear witness to his brother's punishment or if Haldir would survive to be punished.
Gaping, Orophin shook himself and added his protest to Rúmil's, "Not to mention what the Lady would do! There are not enough hidden places in all of Arda--much less in Lothlórien alone--to keep you safe if you break the heart of even one of the Peredhil's sons."
Haldir winked, his arrogance mantling him as he strolled toward the ladder near the bole of the tree. "Who has said that it is the Peredhil's sons I pursue?" Chuckling Haldir fairly slid down the ladder, leaving his brothers staring behind him in wide-eyed dismay.
Twilight suited Lothlórien. Her silver trunks gleamed in the soft reflected lights of the many-colored lanterns swinging high overhead. Her gold leaves rustled with secrets and stories. Trees so loved to gossip and mellyrn seemed to love it more than most. Haldir could only surmise it was because the Wood had seen so much come to pass over the long years of its life. The air was fairly rife with portent and promise and news of the Elves of Imladris. Haldir heeded the soft whisperings among the leaves far overhead more than a little.
Haldir smiled as a playful breeze caressed him, tugging at his hair. He had decided to leave his cloak at home, knowing that his form-fitting tunic and leggings limned his body like an artist's well-placed pen. Silver buttons gleamed in the reflected light of Ithil as a stray beam broke through the weaving branches far above and bathed his figure in her blessed light. Haldir could not help but lift his voice in song at the beauty that surrounded him.
Barely a whisper his feet made as he strolled jauntily through the wood, the joy of the forest singing through his veins as he made his way through the thickly grown wood and brush. New leaves could be seen budding amongst the old, soon the golden leaves would fall and coat the forest floor. Green leaves would unfold and seek the warming embrace of Anor and golden blooms would fill the boughs with color and the cool spring air with their soft scent.
Haldir threw his head back, eyes almost closed with pleasure as he breathed deeply the night air, spring running through his blood hot and liquid. He could see the pathways of Lothlórien far overhead and noted that not many walked abroad this night. He hoped that that would not hold true. At least for one dark-haired Elf. He had made a habit of watching Elrond these many days.
During Elrond's visit, Haldir had bargained with other guardians so that his duties oft took him to the royal talan. He had even managed to be appointed one of the guards to travel with a small hunting party that included not only Celeborn and his grandsons, but Elrond had come along as well, though the healer had refrained from hunting. The March-warden had made a study of all the Elves from Imladris, and though he thought all both beautiful and exotic; it was their solemn-faced Lord that continually drew his eye.
Tall and slender, dark-hair with braids knotted to either side of his long face, brows arched above deep blue eyes, the Lord of Imladris moved with a quiet surety and power that drew Haldir towards him as surely as butterfly to sweet-smelling bloom. Whenever Haldir had chanced to glance at Elrond, the Peredhil had seemed lost in contemplation, a pensive air wrapped around him like a fortress wall. The guardian found the desire to breach that wall increasing with each new encounter.
Haldir had seen Elrond laugh only once. Something the flaxen-haired warrior of Gondolin had whispered near to the dark-haired Lord's ear had caused a surprised bark of laughter. Elrond's entire face seemed to light from within and the joy of whatever chance remark Glorfindel had spoken could be seen in the light of those oh-so-dark eyes. Then Elrond had casually glanced Haldir's way.
Eyes the color of the Mirrormere and as mysterious that seemed to swallow the light and beckon Haldir's gaze froze the guardian where he stood. He had remained immobile, his breath caught and held when their eyes chanced to meet. When Elrond finally looked away, Haldir's pulse had been pounding and he had found it difficult to swallow. Haldir wanted to be the one to make Elrond laugh. He wanted to see what secret depths lay behind the calm facade of the Imladris' Lord.
Anticipation quickened Haldir's steps. The eagerness of the hunt flowed through him, and Haldir found himself near the royal talan much sooner than he had planned.
Choosing a tree not too far from the Lord and Lady's grand staircase, Haldir leaned against the silken trunk, his gaze directed upward along the line of stairs. Here, he was cloaked in shadow, none of the softly gleaming lights reached below the branches of the tree he had chosen. Expectation lit his eyes and curved his lips as he watched. He was early yet. Through observation, Haldir had discovered that Elrond oft walked the darkness of Lothlórien well after the Lord and Lady and others of his party had retired.
He had an excellent view of all the comings and goings of Celeborn's flet. Though there had been some few nights when Lord Celeborn's guest had not wandered among the darkened trees, Haldir had a feeling that tonight, his rumored luck would hold and the Lady would bless him with Elrond's presence. His grin widened, perhaps with more than just his company, if Haldir had any say in the matter.
Finally, most of the lights far above dimmed and flickered out. The living area was clothed in darkness and the soft susurrations of Elven voices grew quieter and further apart as many sought other pursuits or strolled further afield to bask in the radiant starlight--bright blessing of Elbereth the fair.
Haldir locked his gaze upon the curved stair, its pale hewn-wood gleaming as if from within. Just as he feared he would need give up his vigil and seek other prey, a slight movement drew his attention. Excitement thrummed through the guardian as his eyes locked upon the slim-robed figure gracefully descending the long stair. Haldir drifted further back into the shadows of his chosen tree, studying the Lord through half-closed eyes.
Elrond had changed from his traveling clothes into more formal robes. Soft folds of blue, silver and scarlet embraced the slender figure, hiding what the less formal clothing had revealed--a well-toned body and a grace of figure to rival any of the younger elves that had accompanied the Lord of Imladris, even his sons.
Haldir had stolen more than a single glimpse as he had been with the party sent to greet Elrond and his sons. He felt a faint flicker of disappointment that Elrond was no longer clad in tunic and leggings but consoled himself that unwrapping a gift was twice as much fun. It would be much easier disrobing the Lord without all the lacings and buttons of his traveling garments. Haldir wet his lips, hiding the gleam of his eyes through silver-kissed dark lashes as he watched the unwary Lord.
A simple circlet of mithril and copper gleamed brightly upon the dark locks of the Lord of Imladris, holding the raven dark tresses from his ever-serious face. Elrond grasped one rail of the stair; his long slender fingers caressed the worn banister unconsciously. Haldir remembered the silken texture of the carved railing, yellowed like ivory and worn soft by centuries of use.
He, himself, had often caressed the warm wood much the same as Elrond was doing now. A smile hovered about his lips as he watched the other Elf. Elrond was as much a sensualist as he himself was. Haldir could see it in the Peredhil's slow, dream-like movements and in the way he touched the trunk of the mallorn at the base of the stair.
Licking his lips, Haldir continued to watch Elrond avidly. He could see himself slowly removing that Lord's garments, taking those slender fingers in his and pushing Elrond's hand down his body. Haldir trembled. Oh yes. This would be a fine night.
Though Elrond's gaze was directed overhead as he walked slowly through the trees--seeming to search the intertwined limbs far overhead for the few gleaming stars that could be caught between windblown branches--it seemed to Haldir that the Lord's gaze was actually directed more within. A pensive air hovered about the Elven Lord and melancholy pulled at the sensuous lips. Lips that Haldir planned on putting to better use than a saddened moue.
A wicked pleasure danced along Haldir's nerves as his eager eyes sought the Peredhil. Half-Elf. All his life, Haldir had heard of Elrond's noble deeds. He had seen Arwen and ridden with the twins. Yet, though they had been beauteous to behold, none had stirred him as his first glimpse from afar of this dark-haired half-elf. Something about Elrond drew him, as inexorably as a wolf to the moon. The Lord of Imladris had an untouchable air about him--as if no one could breach his defenses. Haldir took that as a personal challenge.
Haldir's impatience was a living, breathing thing as Elrond walked towards him, yet unsuspecting that he had become prey to Haldir's hunter. Haldir cautioned himself to patience, poised as if to pounce, the race of blood through his veins singing with wicked heat.
Choosing his time carefully, Haldir waited eyes a-light beneath half-closed lids. When Elrond faltered in his steps and turned from his contemplation of tree and star seeking through the shadows for some hidden threat, Haldir slid from his hiding place with a nonchalant smile. "A beautiful evening for a stroll, is it not?" Haldir touched Elrond's shoulder lightly, eyes gleaming in the half-light of Lothlórien.
As Haldir materialized from seeming shadow, Elrond was less than suitably startled. It only made the Lórien elf more determined to rock the staid Lord. Haldir could not hide the sudden twitch of his lips as an image of Elrond-- passions laid bare--the Elf Lord naked and needy beneath him flitted through his mind.
Pausing, Elrond regarded the pale-haired Elf, flicking his gaze with slight irritation at the fingers that lightly brushed his shoulder and lingered overlong. The nér was attractive in a smooth, deadly fashion. With little call for great thought, Elrond brought the Elf's name to mind--Haldir. He had noticed him once or twice when their paths had crossed.
Perhaps more than once a small niggling voice reminded him. It had been difficult not to notice the somewhat flamboyant March-warden. Haldir had appeared hovering about wherever he and Celeborn had strolled or met.
The Elf had a natural arrogance that was somewhat reminiscent of Gil-galad. Elrond had found his stray gaze wandering to the silver-haired Elf more than once. With a breadth of shoulder that almost rivaled a man and tall for an Elf, Haldir was of a height with Elrond. Haldir was broader than Elrond himself, who felt a slender elfling beside Lord Celeborn's March-warden. Celeborn held the Elf in high esteem and Haldir's name had been the subject of more than one conversation.
Elrond flushed slightly as he remembered Glorfindel's casual remark that Haldir seemed to be overly infatuated with him. Or to be more precise, that Haldir was in rutting season and perhaps Elrond should put the poor Elf out of his misery. That if Elrond were to give to Haldir what Haldir so obviously needed, they--Elrond and Glorfindel--could go about their visit to Lothlórien without the guardian ever-tagging upon their heels. Glorfindel had further hinted that he thought it might do a world of good for Elrond, as well. His seneschal's comments had so startled him that Elrond had broken into laughter, laughter that had died quickly as his eyes had been caught by Haldir's bright gaze.
The pale blue eyes were glittering with some inner mischief. Clad in midnight silks that set off his pale luminous skin, mithril-hued hair and summer-colored eyes favorably, Elrond would have been impressed but for the hauteur with which the other Elf carried himself as if well aware of his own appeal. Striving to keep a smile hidden, Elrond spoke gravely, "You startled me, Guardian."
Haldir bowed, eyes twinkling, "No ill intent was meant, my Lord."
Elrond lifted a brow in patent disbelief. "No harm done," Elrond spoke in clear dismissal. Gathering his robes with one hand, Elrond moved past Haldir, intent on continuing his quiet meditation in the welcoming gloom of the Golden Wood.
Placing a restraining hand upon Elrond's wrist, Haldir spoke silkily, "It is ill to be alone on such a night. Allow me to show you around the Golden Wood, my Lord."
Elrond studied Haldir, his thoughts hidden. "I am no stranger to Lothlórien, Guardian. Though it has been these many years since last I walked the Golden Wood, I do not think my memory so poor that I cannot find my way among the mellyrn." With a slight movement, Elrond slipped his arm from beneath Haldir's fingers and began to move down the hill toward the deeper wood.
Haldir shrugged falling into step beside Elrond. "I am sure that such is true. Yet, it would be remiss of me to let you wander too far from Caras Galadhon without escort. The world has grown dark and even Lothlórien's borders are breached by fell beasts from time to time." He paused, raising his hand to brush back an errant strand of Elrond's dark hair that danced in the light breeze. Haldir could not resist capturing one of the knotted strands and rubbing it's soft silk between his fingers.
Elrond stood as if frozen, anger and another unnamed emotion fleeting in his midnight eyes. Inclining his head, the Lord spoke coldly. "I can protect myself, Guardian." Elrond ignored the quickening of his blood as he snatched Haldir's hand from where it played with his braid. With a swirl of his robes, Elrond strode quickly towards the distant sounds of the Nimrodel, determined to ignore the other Elf.
Sliding up next to the flustered Lord, Haldir stopped Elrond, taking the Lord's square, long-fingered hands into his own. Elrond scowled fiercely but stilled rather than engage in a less than graceful struggle for freedom. "You may release me now." Elrond felt the hot flush race through his blood at Haldir's knowing look.
Haldir bowed his head to look at the captive hands, his pale hair swinging to hide but the barest glimmer of his face. He canted a sultry look up through silver-kissed lashes at the dark-haired Lord as he gently rubbed his thumb against the palm of Elrond's hand. Speaking low, his voice beckoning Elrond to lean closer to catch his words, "Soft. Firm. I can feel your strength and it calls to me." With bold intent clear in his shuttered eyes, Haldir brought one of the hands to his lips and brushed a reverent kiss against the center of the palm. "These are the hands of a healer. They should not be used to take life."
Raising his head, his eyes grown dark as the shadows around them with his need, Haldir skewered Elrond with his penetrating gaze. Taking note of the Lord's stunned surprise, Haldir's full lips quirked mockingly, "I would not have it said of me that I allowed Lord Celeborn's guest to be molested--" the guardian's voice dropped low and sweet, "--by base creatures."
Elrond jerked his hand back as if burned. Turning his other hand to grip Haldir's arm and fighting the impulse to gape, Elrond demanded, "What are you doing?" Excitement wooed Haldir with her siren call as the Elven Lord's eyes flashed dangerously.
They were deeper in the Wood, here. Long ago had they passed through the gates of Caras Galadhon unknowing. Lost among the trees were the last few lights of the Tree City far away and to the south. Elrond's eyes seemed like pools of darkness beneath the twilit shadows of the mellyrn. Haldir felt his heart beating rapidly and he turned, using Elrond's grip upon his arm to bring the two of them closer, until their chests almost touched.
Alarmed, Elrond loosed his hold upon the guardian and would have backed a pace if Haldir had not stretched up a hand to caress the half-elf's cheek. "If you must ask, my Lord, it has been much too long."
Elrond pulled himself upright, lips tightening. "You forget yourself Haldir o Lórien!"
"I forget nothing, my Lord." Haldir continued to stroke Elrond's cheek as if comforting a wild animal caught in a trap. "But I had wondered if you had forgotten my name," he whispered, Haldir's voice a low thrilling seduction of itself.
The guardian moved his other hand up until he cupped the Lord's face between his palms, staring into the widely dilated eyes. Dark lashes like the wings of a raven framed the perfect depths, panic and something else flitted so quickly through the deep blue that Haldir was not quite sure what he had seen before it had been hidden. Haldir leaned closer until his lips almost touched Elrond's his words warm and husky as he spoke, "I have watched you. I have watched and waited these two score days. I wondered if I might ever find you alone. I wondered if you were avoiding me--if you knew you were hunted."
At Haldir's emphasis upon the word 'hunted', Elrond felt a sliver of excitement dance through him. "Sweet Elbereth." Elrond breathed out; his eyes all but fluttering closed as Haldir's words trembled like butterfly wings against his lips. The lightest brush of those full lips sent a kiss of heat moving from his mouth to his loins where it pooled like fine wine, warming his belly and sending a flush to his cheeks. Desire flared and Elrond stepped back quickly. He could not deny the brash, young guardian intrigued him--but by Manwë--Haldir was a child! "I am too old for these games of yours, Guardian." Elrond would have liked it better if his voice had not deepened somewhat nor sounded quite so breathless, he was no elfling on the verge of fenneth to be aroused so!
"No game, sweet Lord. Nor am I a youth untutored in the ways of love." Haldir watched him with the stillness a cat reserved for small mammals, his eyes bright and alive. The guardian prowled closer to Elrond, and Elrond gave ground involuntarily until he found himself pressed tight against the bole of a tree, the silver bark of the mallorn smooth and alive behind his back.
"Do not mock me, guardian," Elrond raised his voice warningly, tilting his chin in defiance. "You do not speak of love. What you seek has little to do with that gift of the Valar." He raised his hands as if to push Haldir back, but Haldir leaned in close, letting Elrond's hands press hotly against his chest.
"I do not offer you my heart. That is well and good. For I fear you would leave it broken and bleeding for your callous disregard. Is there some great harm in taking joy in our bodies? You are beautiful as the night. I would touch you and melt in your desire." An enticing grin spread across Haldir's full lips. "How long has it been since someone has touched you with desire? With need?" Haldir lightly traced the line of Elrond's lips with his fingers, his pale eyes pinning Elrond relentlessly.
Elrond's hands slid over the soft material of Haldir's tunic until his palms rested inadvertently over each breast. The prick of Haldir's nipples could clearly be felt through the thin silk. Elrond could feel the other Elf's breaths as a rapid beat beneath his palms. Elrond found himself wanting to part his lips and suck those fingers into his mouth. He found himself needing to see Haldir's eyes grow dark with lust and want. He licked his lips reflexively tasting the slight tang of Haldir there.
Elrond cleared his throat with difficulty, concentrating on why this would be wrong on so very many levels. "Do you mistreat all visiting dignitaries this way, Guardian? I am sure Lord Celeborn would not approve of such disrespect."
Haldir laughed, and it was a wild sound, free and reckless as it rang through the darkness. The Lórien Elf flexed his hips against Elrond; "Do you not tire of reverence and adulation, my Lord? Is it not cold comfort to be so well loved by so very many but so very alone within your bedchambers?"
"You grow over bold." Elrond snapped. He ached. Haldir's words cut with the precision of a healer's blade. He wanted to give in--to take what succor he could from this strangely appealing Elf. It was both irritating and exhilarating that Haldir was neither cowed by Elrond's reputation nor intimidated by Elrond's status. Long, too long, had it been since he had shared another's body. And the Elf before him carried that quixotic blend that Elrond found so difficult to resist--arrogant assurance of his own desirability and a will to dominate.
Gil-galad had been a long time ago. He had had no lover of like persuasion since. He could still remember the thrill of being chased by Gil-galad until their bodies had crashed together and the other Elf had taken him.
Haldir ran his hands up and down Elrond's arms from wrist to shoulder and back to his wrists. He curled his fingers in a light caress over the pulse points of each wrist and slowly brought Elrond's hands down his chest, around to his hips as he closed in on the other Elf. Heat and passion and need flamed through the Lórien Elf and he wished to burn Elrond within the inferno of his desire. He pressed his body close to Elrond's, holding the slender wrists captive as Elrond twisted in the guardian's grip.
"Bold moves are often required when tracking the most elusive of... prey, melui hîr-nin." Elrond's lips parted in soundless surprise as Haldir inserted a knee between his thighs and pressed them apart. Even through the thick folds of cloth Elrond could feel the swell of Haldir's arousal. A flush stole over Elrond's face as he felt an answering pulse deep within his body. Haldir touched his lips to Elrond's, his tongue tracing the seam between the Lord's lips in supplication. His words were like the faintest breeze teasing against his lips. "Open for me, Elrond."
Elrond gasped, his hands closing into fists, he could feel his blood coursing through his body, he could feel Haldir's knee pressed promisingly between his thighs, desire flashed hot and hard through him. His voice a breathy whisper, Elrond warned, "Be careful what you wish for, Guardian. You may end up caught in the flames."
"Burn me then." Haldir claimed Elrond's open mouth as if he had been starving for the elder Elf. He fed at Elrond's sweet lips, nibbling hungrily. His tongue swept into the moist heat of the Elven Lord's mouth like an invader determined to breach every defense. Need washed through Haldir, leaving him hard and wanting.
Their tongues dueled, curling around each other in a fight for dominance. Elrond pressed his body closer to Haldir's, though Haldir refused to release his wrists, keeping the Lord pinned and under control. Elrond trembled and with a soft moan surrendered, letting Haldir dominate the kiss. Passion sizzled along Haldir's nerves at Elrond's capitulation, and he slid full-length against the Lord of Imladris. The Elf Lord flexed his hips rubbing his arousal against the strong muscular thigh that spread his legs.
Haldir groaned, releasing Elrond's wrists abruptly and tangling his hands in the dark hair his need burned through him like the brush of a summer wind. Elrond wrapped his arms about the guardian's slender body pulling him so close that Haldir thought their bodies would merge. Elrond arched against Haldir, the kiss tasting like fire pouring through him, igniting every bit of his flesh until the soft robes touching his skin burned.
When it felt as if Haldir would break the kiss, Elrond pursued the retreating lips, biting the tender flesh between his teeth. Haldir stumbled and they both fell to the ground, the Lórien Elf rolling to keep Elrond from hitting the hard forest floor and then rolling them both until the Lord of Imladris lay pinned beneath him. Both Elves were breathing hard when they broke apart, a wildness touching their eyes.
Haldir rose above Elrond like Ossë from the waves, powerful, threatening and beautiful. His gaze hot and savage, he pulled Elrond's hands above the elder Elf's head, pressing them to the ground until Elrond arched beneath him and cried out.
A rising wind gusted about them, skirling leaves through the air. Haldir's long mithril-hued hair shone silver in the darkness, rising upon the wind like soft clouds of mist; his eyes shone like bright stars. The smile that touched Haldir's lips was no longer laced purely with arrogance. A certain possessiveness claimed the hot gaze that traveled lustfully over Elrond. "I want you. I want to be in you. To lay claim to you, to ride you until Anor kisses the morning sky. I want you to scream my name."
"Please." Elrond's eyes had grown huge; his breath was coming in rapid gasps. Debris was tangled in the dark hair, one captive night-bloom startling against the raven tresses in its paleness. The Lord's mithril and copper coronet of office was knocked askew.
Haldir thought he had never seen such loveliness and it made him want to mark it. Elrond sought to free his hands from Haldir's grasp, but a firm pressure let the Elven Lord know he was not to move unless bidden.
Elrond obeyed the hint, melting into the grassy sward and crushed flowers. The scent of pine, mallorn and wildflowers was inextricably mixed with the heavier musk of arousal. Elrond locked eyes with Haldir's predatory gaze, a silent challenge in the look that he gave the Lórien Elf.
Searching Elrond's face, Haldir removed Elrond's coronet, flinging it away. Where it landed mattered little to him now; the flush that tinged Elrond's cheeks sent a matching heat rumbling through the Lórien Elf. Gone were all thoughts of tender fantasy as Haldir pulled at Elrond's robes a surge of need rough and wild sweeping through him. Elrond's eyes grew darker still until Haldir could not have said whether their color was blue or black.
Elrond bowed upwards as the sound of ripping cloth tore through the Wood. No apology shone in the intense blue fire that was Haldir's gaze. "Wait! Wait!" Elrond half-laughed, half-gasped his eyes alight as he caught hold of Haldir's hands and held them captive.
Haldir jerked against Elrond's grip finding it surprisingly strong. He rubbed himself against the Lord seeking to ease the ache between his thighs. "What? I will not have you say me nay now!"
Shaking his head, Elrond touched Haldir's face with gentle fingers. Haldir closed his eyes and let Elrond map his face. Elrond answered softly as if afraid to wake the sleeping lion within the Lórien Elf, "I do not wish to return naked to Lord Celeborn's guest chambers. Who knows what poor page or maid I would affright?
His clear laugh joining Elrond's, Haldir helped Elrond struggle out of the tattered remnants of the robe and the rest of his garments, leaving the Lord of Imladris clad only in shadow and starlight. "Who says that I intend to allow you to return to the talan, O Lord of Imladris?" Haldir smiled teasingly, the bite of passion somewhat calmed as he drank in the long lean lines of the tawny body.
Elrond lay spread before him, a feast for eye and palate. The elder Lord was darker than any Elf that Haldir knew, save only for the Peredhil twins. Dark hair like night's wing lay haloed about the regal head, eyes the deep color of the Mirrormere gleamed bewitchingly from beneath soot-colored lashes. Wide shoulders led to narrow hips and firm thighs. Flesh like honey shone in the faint light of stars and Haldir could clearly see the fine dark hairs that graced Elrond's chest and groin.
Dropping his gaze to stare unabashed at the rising flesh between Elrond's strong thighs, Haldir found his breath halting--caught in his throat. Haldir had never taken a lover among mortals and he found himself fascinated by the nest of dark curls gracing the base of Elrond's proud erection. Curling his fingers through the dark fur, Haldir found the texture soft and pleasing. He raised a burning gaze to the Lord's face when Elrond made a small sound, the Elven Lord's hips lifting in entreaty.
"So like and yet so very different," Haldir breathed reverentially.
Stiffening, Elrond turned from Haldir, hiding the sudden hurt in his eyes. "Perhaps, we should not."
Puzzled, Haldir sat back on his heels, staring at the tip of Elrond's pointed ear, which was all he could see of the Elven Lord through the dark curtain of his hair. "Why?"
The voice Haldir heard was less sure, hesitant and not one he associated with the confident Lord of Imladris. "I have been told that--it is less than pleasant. The fur more a mark of a beast than an Elf."
Haldir touched the tip of Elrond's ear, surprising a hiss from the Elven Lord. A wash of desire flowed through Haldir with rising strength at Elrond's unsuspected vulnerability. Who had known that the Lord of Imladris would feel isolated by the evidence of his mixed blood? Who had been the lover that gifted this lovely creature with such hateful words?
"Bain edhel. Melui hîr-nin." Haldir spoke softly under his breath, willing Elrond to look at him as he combed his fingers through the night-dark waves of hair, pushing it from Elrond's face. "Do not hide from me your splendor. I will not let you escape me now that the prize is at hand."
Laughing sharply, Elrond's lips twisted in a rueful smile as he reluctantly allowed the Lórien Elf to turn his face so that they could each see the other. "And am I such a prize?"
Shadows haunted Elrond's eyes, shadows that should never grace someone so full of grace and nobility. Haldir found himself longing to erase the hurt he read in the carefully neutral expression. "Oh--yes." Haldir breathed letting Elrond see the fire of desire flare in his pale eyes.
Elrond's tongue flickered wetly over sensuously shaped lips. Haldir found his gaze pulled back to Elrond's mouth. The need to possess the bounty of Elrond's lips once more rushed like a storm wind through him.
Sliding full-length against Elrond, Haldir dragged his arousal teasingly across the flat belly until their erections met. Elrond cried aloud and rubbed against him.
Gathering the dark locks together in one hand, Haldir rubbed his face in the sweet-smelling mass of dark hair, finding it soft as kitten fur. A graceful neck arched back, inviting Haldir's exploration and he fell upon the proffered feast, sucking at the tender flesh just below the Lord's jaw. The elder Elf gasped canting his head for easier access and Haldir accepted the invitation, nipping and biting his way down the long elegant arch of Elrond's throat. He could feel the rapid beat of Elrond's heart beneath his lips.
Elrond groaned, reaching for Haldir and tangling his hands in the fair tresses, holding the guardian's head still against him. Haldir bit him warningly, a small dark bruise blooming against the honeyed flesh of Elrond's neck. A soft cry escaped Elrond's lips and the Elven Lord undulated slowly against the press of Haldir's body, beckoning Haldir to continue.
Loosing his hold upon the Lórien Elf, Elrond allowed Haldir to guide his arms to either side of his body, so that he lay spread before the guardian. Haldir bit back an appreciative gasp, causing Elrond to look at him, the Elven Lord's gaze dark with ardor.
Slowly, Haldir continued to pay homage to the sleek lines of Elrond's muscled body. With excruciating slowness, Haldir licked and kissed across Elrond's chest, avoiding the tightly rucked nipples begging for the younger Elf's touch. Haldir explored the tight curls at the join of Elrond's arm, nosing among them and inhaling deeply. Elrond shuddered and twisted upon the forest floor, but Haldir lay a restraining arm across the Elf Lord's waist as he worshipped the differences between them.
Elrond gasped and Haldir could feel heat sweep through the other Elf and he grinned to himself. Carefully the Lórien Elf bit at the tender flesh hidden by all that thick luscious hair, eliciting a yelp from his beautiful captive. When Haldir was satisfied that Elrond knew how desirable Haldir found all that wonderfully dark fur, the guardian made his way back to a nipple.
Dark like a drop of spilled wine upon the tawny chest and surrounded by a sparse dusting of hair, the peaked nipple begged for Haldir's touch. Rubbing his cheek against the rigid bit of flesh, Haldir bit down, pulling the small nub between his lips and suckling. A soft muffled noise hovered between them and Haldir swept his hand up from Elrond's hip to the Elf Lord's other nipple. He allowed his fingers free play through the curls surrounding the small dusky teat. The fine hairs were more wiry, less soft, but no less pleasant and Haldir indulged himself fully in tugging on the small begging flesh until the sounds Elrond made grew in volume.
Like the crack of a whip, each small murmur and breathy moan sliced through Haldir bringing a raging river of warmth. Haldir could feel the wild pulse of his erection grown strong between his thighs and pressed into Elrond's hip. Elrond was twisting beneath him and Haldir rubbed his leaking arousal against the Elf Lord's flank, a spark of heat flaring hotly in his loins.
With a final lick to the teat he held betwixt his lips, Haldir moved down Elrond's body, planting hot kisses and bites and small licks along the trail of fine hair that led from chest to navel. A wicked gleam lit Haldir's eyes and he traced Elrond's navel with his tongue, causing the Lord's belly to quiver. Holding Elrond's hips prisoner; Haldir plunged his tongue into the Elven Lord's navel evoking a surprised yelp.
Once again Elrond's hands sought Haldir's head and curled tightly through the long moon-touched locks. Haldir spoke no word of denial rather he made his way down to the thickest of the fur surrounding Elrond's pulsing flesh. Teasingly, Haldir nosed the thick curls, luxuriating in the feel of the kitten-soft pelt, and rubbed his cheek against the rigid column that stood weeping and ignored.
Ignoring still the needy flesh, Haldir nosed the satin soft orbs that were drawn tight against Elrond's body. Elrond shuddered at the lightest of touches and Haldir delighted in laying soft teasing kisses upon the sacs and rolling them with his nose. He breathed deep the woodsy scent of the older Elf, taking great pleasure in Elrond's escalating pleas.
Finally, Elrond tugged sharply on Haldir's hair, seeking to pull the taunting Elf onto his erection. Haldir looked up at the Lord of Imladris through heavy eyes. Elrond lifted his head to meet Haldir's, small tremors running the length of his frame, his lips reddened from Haldir's kisses, his eyes dark as night. "Saes, Haldir!"
Haldir "When you look upon me thus, I could swallow you whole." Haldir spoke hoarsely. With a single finger he traced a light design along the beating vein that ran the length of Elrond's arousal to the dark plum colored head. Elrond cried out, his hands tightening involuntarily in Haldir's hair as he thrust upward, but Haldir refused him release, keeping his touch light and teasing.
Desire beating through him hot and hard, the Lórien Elf fingered the crown, running his fingers through the copious juices that oozed from the tiny slit and smoothing it into the soft, velvety head. "What do you wish, Elrond? What would you have of me?" Haldir's voice was smooth and silky, just a hint of arrogance thrumming through the air between them.
Shouting helplessly at Haldir's touch, Elrond fell back, his mouth opening in soundless entreaty. Moments passed before the elder Lord could gasp breathlessly, "Do not play with me, Haldir! I cannot take it! Do not forget who it is you toy with!"
"That is no answer melui hîr-neth amin."
Elrond squirmed in Haldir's hold, his blue eyes blazing like the haze of a summer day. He licked his full lips staring at Haldir his pleasure leaching away any irritation at the smugness coloring the Lórien Elf's melodious tones. Haldir continued to fist Elrond's erection, teasing the crown and coaxing more of the viscous liquid from the tiny hole. Elrond thrashed beneath him. A half-smile curved the guardian's lips. Haldir shook the sweat damp hair out of his face as he taunted Elrond's needful flesh.
"Im-boe le! Panna-enni! Saes, melethron!"
"You ask so prettily, hîr-nin." Haldir's voice was thick like warmed molasses and poured over Elrond's flesh like a wanton's touch, causing the Elven Lord to tremble, his need apparent. Haldir wrapped his long slender fingers about the turgid flesh and stroked it firmly from root to tip until Elrond's hips were making small abortive movements. "Tol an-amin, lirama peredhil. Si."
As if Haldir's command was all that had held him from his completion, Elrond bowed upward, his shoulders slamming against the ground and his head thrown back as he called out. Spasms racked the slender body and were matched by a gathering of heat that arced through the Lord's erection spilling his release in rapid pulses of thick warm liquid.
Collapsing bonelessly to the ground, Elrond took in great heaving breaths. Dazed cobalt eyes rose to meet Haldir's gaze and a sweet smile graced those kissable lips. Haldir dabbled his fingers in the spent seed, bringing it to his mouth and sucking his fingers within, savoring the sweet tang of Elrond's essence.
Haldir raised one of Elrond's legs to his shoulder, spreading the Elven Lord wide. Elrond lay panting and wild-eyed below him, his lips bruised and kiss-swollen, Haldir's passion bite clearly displayed upon the soft flesh of his throat with a trail of like marks dotting Elrond's sweat-dewed chest and thighs. Haldir trembled with his lust, wanting to do nothing more but plunge into the depths of the Elf Lord's body and claim him until he cried aloud and aloud again, screaming Haldir's name.
Skewering the Elven Lord with a scalding gaze, Haldir scooped the thick creamy essence from Elrond's body onto his fingers. With a tenderness and restraint belied by his trembling limbs, Haldir circled the opening to the Elf Lord's body. Patience garnered from years as a hunter stood the guardian in good stead now as drops of sweat rolled down his forehead and clung to his lashes while he teased at the tight ring guarding the hidden depths of Elrond's body.
Elrond moaned and twisted, spreading his legs wider of his own accord. Haldir rasped, "If you keep moving like that, Elrond, I cannot be held responsible." As Haldir spoke, he inserted his fingers into the Elf Lord's body. Elrond gasped and raised up, as if to escape the sudden painful intrusion. Haldir lay his free hand against the flat of the Lord's abdomen, holding him steady as he scissored his fingers in the warm velvet depths.
"Elbereth, Haldir, it has been too long." Elrond gasped as he forced himself to relax. Taking deep, even breaths as the Lórien Elf sent questing fingers along the channel in his body.
"It is as I have said, pen-melui. You should have come to me sooner."
"I-impertinent anu-hênedhel." Elrond's laughter ended in a loud gasp as Haldir hit the sweet spot buried within him. The Lord groaned shoving himself down upon the fingers within his body repeatedly. "Si! Now! Enter me! Make me wait no longer!"
Unable to resist a knowing smirk, Haldir crooked his fingers deep inside the older Elf's body, caressing the small protrusion he felt there. Elrond's shout rang through the forest and the answering calls of night birds carried back on the clear air. "You are most beauteous in your wild entreaty, my lord. It will be my pleasure to answer your command." Haldir slicked the fluid leaking from his erection over his throbbing flesh, pleasure teasing through him hot and hard.
With a parting touch to the center of Elrond's hidden pleasure, Haldir pulled his fingers free of the Elf Lord's body, placing the crown of his arousal against the loosened pucker. With a swivel of his hips, Haldir evoked a soft bitten off cry from the other Elf. "By the stars, your voice alone could grant me release when you cry out like that!" Teasing the opening to Elrond's body, Haldir pulled more cries and whimpers from Elrond as he thrust just the tip of his erection past the tight ring of muscle and withdrew repeatedly.
Elrond cajoled and threatened, but Haldir held the elder Elf's hips and continued with his relentless play. Each time Haldir penetrated Elrond, Elrond would call out and a frisson of heat would curl like a winter bonfire licking through his body and gathering in his loins. The need to plunge into Elrond's unprotected body surged and swirled through him, leaving him shaken and wild.
Awakening anew at Haldir's continued assault upon Elrond's body, the Elven Lord's sex thickened, pulsing wetly on his belly. Haldir licked his dry lips, shuddering like a horse run overlong as he slid his rigid shaft partway into Elrond. Keeping his eyes upon the writhing Lord, Haldir began a long, slow withdrawal, angling so that the thick length of his arousal would throb and pulse and stroke in such a way as to send Elrond into paroxysms of pleasure.
Refusing to allow Haldir to withdraw from his body, yet again, Elrond wrapped strong legs around Haldir's waist, pulling the other Elf deep into him. Both elves shouted as Haldir was thrust deeper into Elrond's body. Elrond arched up beneath him, his hips undulating helplessly. Elrond lost all coherent thought, his cries mixing Sindarin, Quenya and Westron.
Haldir was undone. He could no more refuse the welcoming heat of Elrond's sweet body than he could refuse to breathe. To see the great Elf Lord vulnerable and needy beneath him--reduced to wordless pleas and half-formed entreaty--was more than any Elf could take. All restraint was ripped from the Lórien Elf as he braced himself against the ground. He framed Elrond's head with his arms and began to plunge with reckless abandon into the eager body being offered him. Lightning, thunder and fire rolled through him and he shoved deep and hard, arching above Elrond.
Elrond writhed upon the unyielding flesh impaling him; Haldir slammed across that secret place deep within his body repeatedly until he was a twisting sobbing mass of need. He clawed at Haldir's back, a low growl escaping him as the power of their joining rumbled through him and it was as if he had been touched anew by fenneth and was a youth uncontrollable in his lusts.
Wrapping his hands in the tangled silver strands of hair that curtained them Elrond jerked Haldir down until their lips were touching. Just as Haldir wailed his release, Elrond covered his mouth with his own swallowing his cry. When he felt the hot savage pulse of Haldir's seed filling him, Elrond would have screamed Haldir's name if Haldir had not kissed it from his sore lips in turn.
The two elves collapsed together, trading soft endearments and sleepy kisses. Elrond curled into Haldir's embrace laying his head upon the guardian's chest. His soft dark hair tickled across Haldir's abdomen and Haldir choked on a giggle burying his face into the sweet-smelling hair and stroking along Elrond's back, letting his hand rest possessively upon the curve of the Elf Lord's flank.
How long they lay barely conscious tangled in each other's arms, neither knew. It was the soft calling of tindomerelie upon the wind that stirred them from their lethargy. Anor was wooing the night, sneaking slowly from beneath the horizon and kissing warmth into the air. Breezes stirred the disheveled mass of silken hair; light and shadow mixed together much as the lovers lay tangled in each other's arms.
Haldir lazily traced patterns upon Elrond's body with his fingers, smiling down into Elrond's face. Elrond wriggled beneath Haldir's fingertips, snorting softly as he wrapped his arms about the younger Elf and pulled him down upon him. Neither was in a hurry to break the luxury of being encircled by strong arms and touched with comfort and desire.
Finally, Elrond broke the enchantment that held them untouched and untouchable from the rest of Arda, "When must you report for your next shift, Haldir?"
Haldir snorted. "I knew that duty would call to you before Anor has even kissed the first of the stars from the sky."
Elrond swatted Haldir sharply across his buttocks. Haldir responded by rubbing his slow growing arousal against Elrond's hip. "Mmmm..." Elrond purred. Allowing himself to be distracted, he turned his head and sought Haldir's full lips, trading gentle kisses and tender caress with the March-warden
Lazily, Haldir ran his foot along Elrond's leg, basking in the Elven Lord's attention. Elrond's burgeoning arousal lay heavy upon Haldir's belly and the guardian stretched and arched as Elrond rolled on top of him. Haldir licked his lips in invitation, looking at Elrond with a lazy, satiated smile.
Chuckling, the Elf Lord brushed the younger Elf's soft lips with his own, teasing the pink tongue that darted from between reddened lips in greeting. With gentle affection, Elrond touched his lips to Haldir's forehead, kissed each eye closed and then placed a tender caress upon the bow-shaped mouth.
Haldir let loose a sigh. "I could become used to lying like this."
Elrond splayed his legs to either side of Haldir, supporting most of his weight on his arms as he watched his lover curiously. His long, dark hair fell softly about them. Small flowers and bits of twig were caught in the dark locks and Haldir's eyes crinkled in amusement to see the staid Lord of Imladris so disheveled.
"What?" Elrond arched a brow in inquiry as he absent-mindedly traced Haldir's lips with the tips of his fingers.
Shaking his head, Haldir stifled a laugh. He gestured and gave Elrond a grin that was more than half-seductive. "No one would recognize you today. You burn bright as any star blessed by Elbereth." With a sly glance at one of the more intact blooms adorning Elrond's raven-dark hair, Haldir confessed, "You look like any youth who has been out rolling among the flowers in the heat of fenneth."
It was Elrond's turn; the joy of his laughter shone bright in his eyes and Haldir found his breath catching in his throat with desire. With a light touch, the elder Elf brushed his fingers through Haldir's snarled hair. "I am not the only one decorated with spring locks and forget-me-nots, pen-neth. And still you did not answer my question."
Haldir raised his chin enough to kiss the fingers nearest his face. "I am free this rotation."
"Oh? And how did this remarkable thing come about? How will Laurelindórinan fare without her guardian at her borders?"
"I worked many double shifts since you arrived, my lord. There was many a guardian whose time is owed. Laurelindórinan will be well guarded in my absence."
A surprised chuckle escaped Elrond and he touched his forehead to Haldir's kissing the noble nose. "That would explain why I thought you shadowed my very steps."
Flushing Haldir managed to look both innocently embarrassed and insufferably pleased. The Lórien Elf wriggled beneath Elrond, "Well, 'twas not my fault. You were too tempting to ignore!" Haldir searched Elrond's countenance. "And you? When does duty call you back to Celeborn's side?"
Sighing, Elrond sat up, pulling Haldir into his lap. Haldir gave a surprised shout, flailing arms and legs until Elrond yanked him firmly down. "Daro. Stay."
"I am not a pet!" Haldir huffed.
Elrond shot Haldir an amused glance. "No, but you could be."
"You are very, very wicked, my Lord. And I must say that I like this in an Elf." Haldir smirked. "But it is your turn to answer to me."
Dark hair danced whisper soft about Elrond's shoulders as he shook his head. "I fear I must break fast with the Lord and his Lady. There are some serious matters that need to be discussed."
"Of course." Haldir worked hard to keep the disappointment from voice and face, but did not think he was successful when Elrond took hold of his chin and tipped his head upward.
"I will be free shortly after nooning."
With a slightly distrustful air, Haldir watched the Elf Lord smile. "I see. And--?"
Elrond kissed the Lórien Elf's sweetly pouting lips. "And I have been told I have a bad habit of wandering alone in the dangerous wilds of the Golden Wood. Someone has warned me that I should take a care," Elrond paused as he watched the growing comprehension soften Haldir's features, "that there are fell beasts waiting to molest me. I may need protection."
Haldir turned upon Elrond's lap, wrapping his legs about the Lord's waist and cupping the Peredhil's beautiful face between his palms. His voice deepening ever so slightly, Haldir suggested, "I could accompany you, if you desire?"
Nodding, Elrond turned his face pressing a gentle caress across Haldir's palm. "I would like that, Guardian. I would like that very much."
Haldir stood, pulling Elrond up into his arms. "I, too, will find much pleasure in your protection." Giving Elrond a sweeping bow, Haldir began to gather up their clothing, handing Elrond stray garments as he came upon them.
Both Elves dressed slowly, teasing quietly back and forth. Elrond had forgotten this part of loveplay, the camaraderie and he basked in their ribald banter. Suddenly, Haldir burst into laughter and pointed.
Rather bemusedly Elrond glanced down at himself and then looked into Haldir's smirking eyes. "I hope there is no one abroad. I fear I would need to give them but a half-truth when they inquire why by robes are rent as if by wild animals."
Their laughter ringing like silver bells through the dawning forest, Elrond laced his fingers through Haldir's and they stole through the Golden Wood back towards Caras Galadhon like two naughty youths about to be caught playing pranks upon a favorite uncle.
The End
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