Title: Haldy/ Leg
Author: fazy
Email: chopstickssg@yahoo.com
Pairing: Haldir/ Legolas, Elladan/ Elrohir
Rating: NC-16
Archive:
Summary: Legolas (currently with Aragorn) and Haldir (currently with Elrond) relive their past relationship. Not Good.
Legolas and Haldir Getting Jiggy With It while Aragorn is Tied Up in the Bomb Shelter. Continued from the Role Playing Conversation on the Twenty Ninth of November Two Thousand and Three, which was Paused Half Way because of Parents.
Written with the History between Legolas and Haldir as Recorded in Without Looking Back by Soulshadow as something of a Backdrop. Story starts somewhere before the end of the conversation cos otherwise it wont be fun no more, but after the supposed seduction cos I suck at it and Haldy will kill me if I make him blunder up again. Pretend they are still fully clothed on the couch. Aragorn is Still Tied Up, Twins will eventually return from their Mission and will be both Comic Relief and Commentators, Lainie and fazy are Watching, and Frodo is Still Gagged In The Living Room. Due to Plot Holes, the helicopter has Not Landed Yet.
And man, it seemeth to me that this PWP stint is fast developing a Plot. Save us!
// is fazy's speech marks.
|| is lainie's speech marks.
^^ is frodo's speech marks.
" is elrohir' speech marks
~ is elladan's speech marks.
speech marks only apply during the comic breaks, and is not part of the fic proper. ie: normally " means someone is speaking, like, normally.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
"Where's Aragorn?" Legolas panted breathlessly as they broke the kiss.
"I don't know. I have a feeling the Twins took him away," Haldir said dismissively before attempting to kiss him again, but Legolas just pushes him away.
"No, where's Aragorn? I'm going to get in big trouble—mmpffh..." he started but the rest of his words were drowned out as Haldir grabbed hold of Legolas' head and pressed his lips firmly against his. Legolas shuddered, feeling himself grow fully erect under the larger elf's ministrations.
"Ai!" he moaned when Haldir drew back. "Oh, Elbereth..." he breathed, as his eyes clouded over with lust, but shook his head and forced himself to snap out of his daze. "No," Legolas said again. "Stop!"
"Why?"
"Because Aragorn--"
"Aragorn's not here."
"But where is he?" Legolas pressed, then whimpered at the sensation of Haldir's tongue, hot against the sensitive point of his ear. "Don't," he whimpered, though it was clear through the strain in his face and voice that stopping was the last thing he wanted Haldir to do. "Oh, Elbereth..." he moaned softly.
*fazy snaps in impatiently* //He's in the bomb shelter you ass. The Twins brought him there, bound and gagged so the two of you can get it
on. And let me tell you it wasn't easy cos the guy's a ranger but they still managed to do it so you had damn well get on with it before I decide to kill you both!//
*Haldir, Legolas, Frodo and Elaine look at fazy and sweatdrops. Twins enter, wiping their earthy hands playfully on each other's backs. Everybody now turns to look at the Twins and sweatdrops again.*
Thankfully, Haldy decides he'd much rather hear Legolas whimper than fazy or the Twins scream. He chooses this moment to grind his hips firmly into Legolas and is well rewarded for his efforts. Caught off guard, Legolas throws his head back as a strangled gurgle escapes his wide open lips.
"So tense," Haldir murmured disapprovingly. "I would have you open up to me, dearest cousin."
*Twins look at each other incredulously.*
"Dude, they're cousins?"
~Dude, I didn't know that, dude!~
"Well, neither did I."
~Maybe he's like, just calling him 'cousin'.~
"Like the way we call people 'dude'?"
~No! Like, the whole Elves As A Single Brethren thing~
"Dude, I thought a brethren was this, like, cheap place to check out the chicks"
~Dude, that's 'Brothel', dude~
"Like the one in Hong Kong?"
~Yeah.~
"So this Brethren..."
~uhuh?~
"Is it anything like a family thing?"
~Yeah.~
"Like Brotherhood?"
~Yeah.~
"You sure?"
~Like, duh! Of course I'm sure. Brethren means Brotherhood~
"Cos I'm sure it means something else, dude."
~Man, trust me, I know this.~
"But--"
~Who's older, you or me?~
"You?"
~Yeah. So you listen to me! Trust me. Brethren is Brotherhood.~
"Okay."
"So tense," Haldir murmured disapprovingly. "I would have you open up to me, dearest cousin," he crooned seductively into Legolas' ear.
"And how would you do that?" Legolas countered, but rather than getting incensed, Haldir just smiled indulgently. Legolas might be trying to play hard to get, but the slighter elf's pink flush of arousal was painfully obvious against his fair alabaster skin. With agonizing slowness, Haldir swivelled his hips against Legolas and grinned smugly when it tore a ragged moan from Legolas' lips.
Legolas shuddered violently. "Haldir..." he breathed, his long pale fingers digging into expensive Armani trousers. "Haldir..."
"What is it, my lovely?" he crooned, looking down at the prone figure of Legolas. Careful not to hurt his ex-lover, stretched himself fully on top of him. He chuckled. Legolas tickled him. Or rather, the frantic pace of Legolas' breathing was causing the elf's chest to rise and fall impossibly fast, and lying on top of him, Haldir's own sensitive tummy was tickled by the movement.
"Why do you laugh?" Legolas asked in a pained voice as his fists came up to bunch in Haldir's pale hair, forcing him downwards, and Haldir responded, rubbing his nose against Legolas' porcelain white throat.
"Do you like this?" he murmured. Legolas closed his eyes and whimpered his reply. Smiling at the slighter elf's reaction, Haldir kissed him and drew his tongue across the arch of Legolas' neck, making him tremble with desire. Legolas whimpered.
"Haldir," he moaned, squirming beneath him.
"What is it, my pretty?"
"Do me?" he pleaded. "Oh gods, do me, Haldir."
*fazy raises an eyebrow.*
~do me? *do* me?!? ~
"dude, that was so totally off"
~like, it was such an anti-climax~
"Look at me! Look at me! I'm Legolas!"
*Elrohir flip into 'melodrama' mode.*
"Oh, Haldir!"
*Elladan flips into 'melodrama' mode*
~What is it, my love?~
"Haldir..." *elrohir raises a hand weakly to his forehead*
~Oh, my loveliest! Please... tell me what I must do to please you!~
"Oh, Haldir, Haldir!"
~What is it, my sunshine?~
"Haldir... do me!"
*Twins burst into helpless giggles. They collapse on the floor, laughing*
//shut up, Twins. It was in the script.//
*twins ignore fazy*
//oh, do shut up.//
^muumphffeosemmmmmsssfffpt^
//somebody un-gag him. please.//
*Twins un-gag Frodo.*
^as I was saying, who asked you to write something so lame? It's your own fault.^
//*whining* but it was in the dialogue...I was just following what was already written...//
"Why do you laugh?" Legolas asked in a pained voice as his fists came up to bunch in Haldir's pale hair, forcing him downwards, and Haldir responded, rubbing his nose against Legolas' porcelain white throat.
"Do you like this?" he murmured. Legolas closed his eyes and whimpered his reply. Smiling at the slighter elf's reaction, Haldir kissed him and drew his tongue across the arch of Legolas' neck, making him tremble with desire. Legolas whimpered.
"Haldir," he moaned, squirming beneath him.
"What is it, my pretty?"
"Do me?" he pleaded. "Oh gods, do me, Haldir."
Haldir felt his body tremble with desire. He swallowed hard. He never dreamed that after all these years the sight of Legolas helpless beneath him could still take his breath away. He closed his eyes, and resting his head heavily against Legolas' chest, he moaned softly. "Legolas..." he whispered. Legolas whimpered, and Haldir could feel the fists tightening against his hair, pulling painfully at his scalp and Legolas increased his grip of the soft pale strands.
Pulling himself upwards in line with Legolas' face, Haldir sealed his mouth against his and plunged his tongue deep into Legolas' throat, leaving Legolas to squirm his distress. When Haldir's roving hand rested itself lightly against the bulge in Legolas' trousers however, the Mirkwood elf froze. It was almost funny, the way his entire body went rigid, everything from his limbs to his facial features suddenly frozen in place.
"What's the matter, Legolas?" Haldir asked teasingly. He gave Legolas a quick squeeze and Legolas convulsed once, violently.
"Ai!" he cried, gripping Haldir by the shoulders. "Please, you are killing me! Please..." he cried, his voice dying down to a whine. "Please," he whimpered with each laboured breath. "Please, please, please, please," he whispered, his words and his breathing melting to become one. "please..."
How could he say no? Trembling himself, Haldir lifted Legolas' shirt above his waistline, and plunged his hand into the other elf's trousers. Tilting his head slightly so as to allow him to fully savour the sounds of Legolas' arousal, he started stroking the other's crotch firmly. Beneath him, Legolas threw back his head and moaned.
^oh no! Oh no, oh no,oh no, oh no, oh NO!^
//sssh! I'm trying to listen! Hush up a bit, will ya!//
*Frodo moans*
~dude, chill~
^no, you chill!^
"dude, is there like, anything wrong?"
^damn right there is! They're on my nice new expensive couch!^
//ssssh! I'm trying to listen! Shut the hell up!//
~so?~
^ Elven pre-come is impossible to get off!^ *Frodo buries his head in his hands* ^noooooooooo....^
//Really?//
*fazy turns to look at Frodo incredulously, just as Legolas arches his back and cries out, then falls limply back onto the couch.*
//Damn you Frodo!//
~dude, chill~
//I missed it! That damn hobbit made me miss it!//
*fazy locks Frodo in a choke-hold. Twins pry her off. They all settle down again and continue to watch, though fazy is still muttering something foul under her breath. Frodo sighs mournfully.*
^Oh well, at least he came in his trousers. If we're lucky they won't get anything on the couch.^
"I don't know. I have a feeling the Twins took him away," Haldir said dismissively before attempting to kiss him again, but Legolas just pushes him away.
"No, where's Aragorn? I'm going to get in big trouble—mmpffh..." he started but the rest of his words were drowned out as Haldir grabbed hold of Legolas' head and pressed his lips firmly against his. Legolas shuddered, feeling himself grow fully erect under the larger elf's ministrations.
"Ai!" he moaned when Haldir drew back. "Oh, Elbereth..." he breathed, as his eyes clouded over with lust, but shook his head and forced himself to snap out of his daze. "No," Legolas said again. "Stop!"
"Why?"
"Because Aragorn--"
"Aragorn's not here."
"But where is he?" Legolas pressed, then whimpered at the sensation of Haldir's tongue, hot against the sensitive point of his ear. "Don't," he whimpered, though it was clear through the strain in his face and voice that stopping was the last thing he wanted Haldir to do. "Oh, Elbereth..." he moaned softly.
*fazy snaps in impatiently* //He's in the bomb shelter you ass. The Twins brought him there, bound and gagged so the two of you can get it
on. And let me tell you it wasn't easy cos the guy's a ranger but they still managed to do it so you had damn well get on with it before I decide to kill you both!//
*Haldir, Legolas, Frodo and Elaine look at fazy and sweatdrops. Twins enter, wiping their earthy hands playfully on each other's backs. Everybody now turns to look at the Twins and sweatdrops again.*
Thankfully, Haldy decides he'd much rather hear Legolas whimper than fazy or the Twins scream. He chooses this moment to grind his hips firmly into Legolas and is well rewarded for his efforts. Caught off guard, Legolas throws his head back as a strangled gurgle escapes his wide open lips.
"So tense," Haldir murmured disapprovingly. "I would have you open up to me, dearest cousin."
*Twins look at each other incredulously.*
"Dude, they're cousins?"
~Dude, I didn't know that, dude!~
"Well, neither did I."
~Maybe he's like, just calling him 'cousin'.~
"Like the way we call people 'dude'?"
~No! Like, the whole Elves As A Single Brethren thing~
"Dude, I thought a brethren was this, like, cheap place to check out the chicks"
~Dude, that's 'Brothel', dude~
"Like the one in Hong Kong?"
~Yeah.~
"So this Brethren..."
~uhuh?~
"Is it anything like a family thing?"
~Yeah.~
"Like Brotherhood?"
~Yeah.~
"You sure?"
~Like, duh! Of course I'm sure. Brethren means Brotherhood~
"Cos I'm sure it means something else, dude."
~Man, trust me, I know this.~
"But--"
~Who's older, you or me?~
"You?"
~Yeah. So you listen to me! Trust me. Brethren is Brotherhood.~
"Okay."
"So tense," Haldir murmured disapprovingly. "I would have you open up to me, dearest cousin," he crooned seductively into Legolas' ear.
"And how would you do that?" Legolas countered, but rather than getting incensed, Haldir just smiled indulgently. Legolas might be trying to play hard to get, but the slighter elf's pink flush of arousal was painfully obvious against his fair alabaster skin. With agonizing slowness, Haldir swivelled his hips against Legolas and grinned smugly when it tore a ragged moan from Legolas' lips.
Legolas shuddered violently. "Haldir..." he breathed, his long pale fingers digging into expensive Armani trousers. "Haldir..."
"What is it, my lovely?" he crooned, looking down at the prone figure of Legolas. Careful not to hurt his ex-lover, stretched himself fully on top of him. He chuckled. Legolas tickled him. Or rather, the frantic pace of Legolas' breathing was causing the elf's chest to rise and fall impossibly fast, and lying on top of him, Haldir's own sensitive tummy was tickled by the movement.
"Why do you laugh?" Legolas asked in a pained voice as his fists came up to bunch in Haldir's pale hair, forcing him downwards, and Haldir responded, rubbing his nose against Legolas' porcelain white throat.
"Do you like this?" he murmured. Legolas closed his eyes and whimpered his reply. Smiling at the slighter elf's reaction, Haldir kissed him and drew his tongue across the arch of Legolas' neck, making him tremble with desire. Legolas whimpered.
"Haldir," he moaned, squirming beneath him.
"What is it, my pretty?"
"Do me?" he pleaded. "Oh gods, do me, Haldir."
*fazy raises an eyebrow.*
~do me? *do* me?!? ~
"dude, that was so totally off"
~like, it was such an anti-climax~
"Look at me! Look at me! I'm Legolas!"
*Elrohir flip into 'melodrama' mode.*
"Oh, Haldir!"
*Elladan flips into 'melodrama' mode*
~What is it, my love?~
"Haldir..." *elrohir raises a hand weakly to his forehead*
~Oh, my loveliest! Please... tell me what I must do to please you!~
"Oh, Haldir, Haldir!"
~What is it, my sunshine?~
"Haldir... do me!"
*Twins burst into helpless giggles. They collapse on the floor, laughing*
//shut up, Twins. It was in the script.//
*twins ignore fazy*
//oh, do shut up.//
^muumphffeosemmmmmsssfffpt^
//somebody un-gag him. please.//
*Twins un-gag Frodo.*
^as I was saying, who asked you to write something so lame? It's your own fault.^
//*whining* but it was in the dialogue...I was just following what was already written...//
"Why do you laugh?" Legolas asked in a pained voice as his fists came up to bunch in Haldir's pale hair, forcing him downwards, and Haldir responded, rubbing his nose against Legolas' porcelain white throat.
"Do you like this?" he murmured. Legolas closed his eyes and whimpered his reply. Smiling at the slighter elf's reaction, Haldir kissed him and drew his tongue across the arch of Legolas' neck, making him tremble with desire. Legolas whimpered.
"Haldir," he moaned, squirming beneath him.
"What is it, my pretty?"
"Do me?" he pleaded. "Oh gods, do me, Haldir."
Haldir felt his body tremble with desire. He swallowed hard. He never dreamed that after all these years the sight of Legolas helpless beneath him could still take his breath away. He closed his eyes, and resting his head heavily against Legolas' chest, he moaned softly. "Legolas..." he whispered. Legolas whimpered, and Haldir could feel the fists tightening against his hair, pulling painfully at his scalp and Legolas increased his grip of the soft pale strands.
Pulling himself upwards in line with Legolas' face, Haldir sealed his mouth against his and plunged his tongue deep into Legolas' throat, leaving Legolas to squirm his distress. When Haldir's roving hand rested itself lightly against the bulge in Legolas' trousers however, the Mirkwood elf froze. It was almost funny, the way his entire body went rigid, everything from his limbs to his facial features suddenly frozen in place.
"What's the matter, Legolas?" Haldir asked teasingly. He gave Legolas a quick squeeze and Legolas convulsed once, violently.
"Ai!" he cried, gripping Haldir by the shoulders. "Please, you are killing me! Please..." he cried, his voice dying down to a whine. "Please," he whimpered with each laboured breath. "Please, please, please, please," he whispered, his words and his breathing melting to become one. "please..."
How could he say no? Trembling himself, Haldir lifted Legolas' shirt above his waistline, and plunged his hand into the other elf's trousers. Tilting his head slightly so as to allow him to fully savour the sounds of Legolas' arousal, he started stroking the other's crotch firmly. Beneath him, Legolas threw back his head and moaned.
^oh no! Oh no, oh no,oh no, oh no, oh NO!^
//sssh! I'm trying to listen! Hush up a bit, will ya!//
*Frodo moans*
~dude, chill~
^no, you chill!^
"dude, is there like, anything wrong?"
^damn right there is! They're on my nice new expensive couch!^
//ssssh! I'm trying to listen! Shut the hell up!//
~so?~
^ Elven pre-come is impossible to get off!^ *Frodo buries his head in his hands* ^noooooooooo....^
//Really?//
*fazy turns to look at Frodo incredulously, just as Legolas arches his back and cries out, then falls limply back onto the couch.*
//Damn you Frodo!//
~dude, chill~
//I missed it! That damn hobbit made me miss it!//
*fazy locks Frodo in a choke-hold. Twins pry her off. They all settle down again and continue to watch, though fazy is still muttering something foul under her breath. Frodo sighs mournfully.*
^Oh well, at least he came in his trousers. If we're lucky they won't get anything on the couch.^
Chaapter 2
Legolas fell limply back onto the couch. "Haldir..." he breathed, and licked his dry parched lips. "Haldir..." he murmured weakly.
Haldir chuckled. "Tired already?" he taunted. "My, my. What have you been doing with your Man, that you tire out so fast? What happened to that stamina of yours, my lovely? We used to stay in bed days at a stretch. "
Legolas smiled and reached up a hand to tuck Haldir's hair behind his ears. "That was a long time ago," he smiled, "when we were new to each other."
"Either my memory is playing tricks on me, or yours is. I remember we were as thus till the very end. In fact, I remember how our final night together blurred into days and days, and not one of us noticed the passing of the month."
"I noticed," Legolas whispered. "But I didn't say anything."
"You didn't want me to go."
Legolas nodded.
"And I didn't."
"But you found yourself another lover. Just as I knew you would"
Haldir nodded.
"You're an animal."
"That's why you love me," Haldir growled into Legolas' ear. "Because I'm an animal. I'm such a base impure ogre of a slut and it thrills you!" Legolas shuddered uncontrollably at the other's words. Though he had just recently spent himself, the elf felt himself harden once more. "You love the monstrosity, Legolas," Haldir's voice whispered on, sending waves of excitement buzzing through his spine. It was as if his whole body tingled with pent up lust. "You love it. You crave it. You need it. You need me!"
Moving so quickly it caught even Haldir's elven eyes off guard, Legolas slid free and pounced on Haldir and together they tumbled off the couch --
*Frodo beams happily*
^They're off the couch!^
//You're an ass, you know that?//
^But that was my favourite couch! And it's brand spanking new! And you know once it stains I'll never be able to get it off. Elven pre-come is impossible to clean. Just look at the stairs!^
*All eyes (except Legolas and Haldir, cos they're busy at the moment) turn to look at the carpeting on the stairs.*
^You see that ugly patch there? That was Legolas.^
~Dude, trust me. That's not Legolas.~
"Yeah, Legolas is way down there." (Points to Legolas on the floor.)
~Yeah, with Aragorn... uh, I mean, Haldir.~
// He means that was what he left behind when he came, idiot.^
"Came where?"
^On the stairs.^
~Dude, why would he come on the stairs?~
"Dude, to get upstairs! He's gotta come up the stairs to get to his room."
~If he's gotta get to his room, why would he leave something behind?~
"I dunno. Perhaps he'd just have to bring it right down again when he goes off to work the next day. No point in carrying it up and down again every day."
~Oh. Yeah, makes sense. So what did he leave on the stairs when he came? His briefcase?~
"Dude, he don't have a briefcase. It must have been his coat."
~The one with the pretty beige trimmings?~
"I guess. Does he own any other coat?"
~I don't know.~
"So why is Frodo all upset about Legolas leaving his coat all over the stairs?"
~I dunno. Maybe he's like, just afraid someone might trip over and fall?~
"That'll be nasty."
~Yeah.~
"There was this one time, Celeborn came..."
~And he brought this huge fur coat~
"And he left it all over dad's staircase"
~And then dad came down the stairs~
"And he didn't see Celeborn's coat, see"
~And so he tripped.~
"Yeah, and fell all the way down."
//Will you guys shut the hell up about coats already? I'm trying to listen here!"
Moving so quickly it caught even Haldir's elven eyes off guard, Legolas slid free and pounced on Haldir and together they tumbled off the couch and onto the plush Kashmir rug where they proceeded to wrestle and grapple on the floor.
*Frodo clutches his head and moans*
^Nooooooooo! That Kashmir rug was a Christmas present from the people at WI!!!!!!^
//SSSSH!//
^whine, whine, sob. Why me? Why here? Why now? Why them?^
~dude?~
^My precious rug!!!^
||At least the couch is safe||
^But what am I going to tell the nice people the next time they come over for a WI meeting?! I've already used the 'milk' excuse on the stair carpeting!^
"Er... you guys really really like milk?"
^Awwwwwwwwwww.....^
*A loud bang sounds as Legolas rams Haldir hard into a high stool*
^Noooo! Beautiful stool! Aw, my stool, my stool...^
*Another bump as Haldir retaliates and drives Legolas into the coffee table*
*crash*
^Oops....^
"Oops." Haldir stops dead in his tracks. The two elves look up at the tabletop and see to their horror, the Ming vase tottering precariously at the edge. They watch as if in slow motion as the vase rocks under the force of the hit table. It totters...totters... and *crashes*. The two elves stare in horror as the vase makes hard contact with the floor and shatters into a bazillion pieces, each piece bouncing delicately off the floor in a gross parody of a dance.
"Oh...oh...."
Haldir looks down at Legolas, shocked into silence and Legolas stares back equally stunned. His eyes goes from Haldir to the broken pieces of the vase, back to Haldir again.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he pounces on Haldir, pinning the larger elf firmly to the ground before pressing his lips to his, and Haldir's eyes grow large with astonishment. "But...but... I thought it was your favourite vase?" he gasped, tearing free of Legolas' lips.
Legolas waved his hand in a 'pooh-pooh' manner and proceeded again to seal his mouth firmly against Haldir's. "I never liked it all that much," he conceded, digging his nails into Haldir's scalp.
Encouraged by Legolas' brazen disregard for the fate of the (again) dead vase, Haldir let him kiss him, and slowly rolled Legolas over so that the slighter elf was once more beneath him. Legolas gazed up at him, his eyes heavy with lust.
"Yea gods, Haldir," he whispered, his face taught. "Hurry," he pleaded. "How many times must you make me beg before you take me?"
"I am not making you beg, little one," Haldir breathed. "I have already given you your release."
"Ai, but that is not enough!" Legolas wailed.
Already trembling from his prolonged arousal, Legolas' words made Haldir bite his lip so hard he tasted the coppery tang of fresh blood fill his mouth. Wordlessly, he slipped his hand under Legolas' plain white shirt, already soaked with the elf's sweat, and ran light fingers over Legolas' newly exposed torso. The Mirkwood elf's chest was smooth and hairless, hi skin was unbelievably fair and white, and silky and flawless as a baby's. Hardly trusting his eyes, Haldir ran his tongue across the perfect skin, and Legolas whimpered at the sensation.
"Perhaps we should find ourselves someplace a tad bit more private," Haldir whispered, and although Legolas moaned his dissent, the Lorien elf just smiled softly. "Surely you do not wish to disrobe before your companions?" he said lightly. "Of course, I don't mind; they seem to be enjoying themselves anyway, but as you so politely pointed out, I'm just an elven slut, whereas you are an elf with finely honed sensibilities," he teased.
Legolas' eyes drifted from the five pairs of eyes watching them to Haldir and then back to the group huddled against the far side of the room, and the sight of Frodo, Lainie, fazy and the Twins watching them with thinly veiled interest was enough to for him to make up his mind. "Upstairs," he breathed. "Now."
^PHEW. They're not gonna do it on my Kashmir rug. YAY!^
//WHAT?!?//
~Dude, little dude said 'yay'.~
//Yes, I know what he said. I just cant believe he said it.//
"Cos you just want to see two hot elves make out."
|| Darn right. Of course she does. Who wouldn't want to see two hot elves make out?||
//Yeah! Thanks, Lainie.//
|| Don't mention. Especially since *ahem* you two don't look like you're gonna start making out anytime soon.|| (Lainie does a death-glare)
"What?!"
~Us?!?~
"Dude, we're like, twins."
~Yeah.~
"That's like..."
~Incest.~
"Twincest."
*Lainie's eyes cloud over wistfully*
~Dude, chill.~
*Lainie snaps back to reality with a small 'poof'.*
|| Darn. We have GOT to get them into slashy mode. Now where did you put that manual?||
//What manual?//
|| You know, the one that came with the twins||
//I dunno. I guess I chucked it out with the trash.//
|| You WHAT?!?||
//That's what I always do with manuals. I chuck them in recycling bins.//
^Er... we were talking about me.^
//Frodo, you have enough screen time in the movies. Sod off.//
Legolas fell limply back onto the couch. "Haldir..." he breathed, and licked his dry parched lips. "Haldir..." he murmured weakly.
Haldir chuckled. "Tired already?" he taunted. "My, my. What have you been doing with your Man, that you tire out so fast? What happened to that stamina of yours, my lovely? We used to stay in bed days at a stretch. "
Legolas smiled and reached up a hand to tuck Haldir's hair behind his ears. "That was a long time ago," he smiled, "when we were new to each other."
"Either my memory is playing tricks on me, or yours is. I remember we were as thus till the very end. In fact, I remember how our final night together blurred into days and days, and not one of us noticed the passing of the month."
"I noticed," Legolas whispered. "But I didn't say anything."
"You didn't want me to go."
Legolas nodded.
"And I didn't."
"But you found yourself another lover. Just as I knew you would"
Haldir nodded.
"You're an animal."
"That's why you love me," Haldir growled into Legolas' ear. "Because I'm an animal. I'm such a base impure ogre of a slut and it thrills you!" Legolas shuddered uncontrollably at the other's words. Though he had just recently spent himself, the elf felt himself harden once more. "You love the monstrosity, Legolas," Haldir's voice whispered on, sending waves of excitement buzzing through his spine. It was as if his whole body tingled with pent up lust. "You love it. You crave it. You need it. You need me!"
Moving so quickly it caught even Haldir's elven eyes off guard, Legolas slid free and pounced on Haldir and together they tumbled off the couch --
*Frodo beams happily*
^They're off the couch!^
//You're an ass, you know that?//
^But that was my favourite couch! And it's brand spanking new! And you know once it stains I'll never be able to get it off. Elven pre-come is impossible to clean. Just look at the stairs!^
*All eyes (except Legolas and Haldir, cos they're busy at the moment) turn to look at the carpeting on the stairs.*
^You see that ugly patch there? That was Legolas.^
~Dude, trust me. That's not Legolas.~
"Yeah, Legolas is way down there." (Points to Legolas on the floor.)
~Yeah, with Aragorn... uh, I mean, Haldir.~
// He means that was what he left behind when he came, idiot.^
"Came where?"
^On the stairs.^
~Dude, why would he come on the stairs?~
"Dude, to get upstairs! He's gotta come up the stairs to get to his room."
~If he's gotta get to his room, why would he leave something behind?~
"I dunno. Perhaps he'd just have to bring it right down again when he goes off to work the next day. No point in carrying it up and down again every day."
~Oh. Yeah, makes sense. So what did he leave on the stairs when he came? His briefcase?~
"Dude, he don't have a briefcase. It must have been his coat."
~The one with the pretty beige trimmings?~
"I guess. Does he own any other coat?"
~I don't know.~
"So why is Frodo all upset about Legolas leaving his coat all over the stairs?"
~I dunno. Maybe he's like, just afraid someone might trip over and fall?~
"That'll be nasty."
~Yeah.~
"There was this one time, Celeborn came..."
~And he brought this huge fur coat~
"And he left it all over dad's staircase"
~And then dad came down the stairs~
"And he didn't see Celeborn's coat, see"
~And so he tripped.~
"Yeah, and fell all the way down."
//Will you guys shut the hell up about coats already? I'm trying to listen here!"
Moving so quickly it caught even Haldir's elven eyes off guard, Legolas slid free and pounced on Haldir and together they tumbled off the couch and onto the plush Kashmir rug where they proceeded to wrestle and grapple on the floor.
*Frodo clutches his head and moans*
^Nooooooooo! That Kashmir rug was a Christmas present from the people at WI!!!!!!^
//SSSSH!//
^whine, whine, sob. Why me? Why here? Why now? Why them?^
~dude?~
^My precious rug!!!^
||At least the couch is safe||
^But what am I going to tell the nice people the next time they come over for a WI meeting?! I've already used the 'milk' excuse on the stair carpeting!^
"Er... you guys really really like milk?"
^Awwwwwwwwwww.....^
*A loud bang sounds as Legolas rams Haldir hard into a high stool*
^Noooo! Beautiful stool! Aw, my stool, my stool...^
*Another bump as Haldir retaliates and drives Legolas into the coffee table*
*crash*
^Oops....^
"Oops." Haldir stops dead in his tracks. The two elves look up at the tabletop and see to their horror, the Ming vase tottering precariously at the edge. They watch as if in slow motion as the vase rocks under the force of the hit table. It totters...totters... and *crashes*. The two elves stare in horror as the vase makes hard contact with the floor and shatters into a bazillion pieces, each piece bouncing delicately off the floor in a gross parody of a dance.
"Oh...oh...."
Haldir looks down at Legolas, shocked into silence and Legolas stares back equally stunned. His eyes goes from Haldir to the broken pieces of the vase, back to Haldir again.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he pounces on Haldir, pinning the larger elf firmly to the ground before pressing his lips to his, and Haldir's eyes grow large with astonishment. "But...but... I thought it was your favourite vase?" he gasped, tearing free of Legolas' lips.
Legolas waved his hand in a 'pooh-pooh' manner and proceeded again to seal his mouth firmly against Haldir's. "I never liked it all that much," he conceded, digging his nails into Haldir's scalp.
Encouraged by Legolas' brazen disregard for the fate of the (again) dead vase, Haldir let him kiss him, and slowly rolled Legolas over so that the slighter elf was once more beneath him. Legolas gazed up at him, his eyes heavy with lust.
"Yea gods, Haldir," he whispered, his face taught. "Hurry," he pleaded. "How many times must you make me beg before you take me?"
"I am not making you beg, little one," Haldir breathed. "I have already given you your release."
"Ai, but that is not enough!" Legolas wailed.
Already trembling from his prolonged arousal, Legolas' words made Haldir bite his lip so hard he tasted the coppery tang of fresh blood fill his mouth. Wordlessly, he slipped his hand under Legolas' plain white shirt, already soaked with the elf's sweat, and ran light fingers over Legolas' newly exposed torso. The Mirkwood elf's chest was smooth and hairless, hi skin was unbelievably fair and white, and silky and flawless as a baby's. Hardly trusting his eyes, Haldir ran his tongue across the perfect skin, and Legolas whimpered at the sensation.
"Perhaps we should find ourselves someplace a tad bit more private," Haldir whispered, and although Legolas moaned his dissent, the Lorien elf just smiled softly. "Surely you do not wish to disrobe before your companions?" he said lightly. "Of course, I don't mind; they seem to be enjoying themselves anyway, but as you so politely pointed out, I'm just an elven slut, whereas you are an elf with finely honed sensibilities," he teased.
Legolas' eyes drifted from the five pairs of eyes watching them to Haldir and then back to the group huddled against the far side of the room, and the sight of Frodo, Lainie, fazy and the Twins watching them with thinly veiled interest was enough to for him to make up his mind. "Upstairs," he breathed. "Now."
^PHEW. They're not gonna do it on my Kashmir rug. YAY!^
//WHAT?!?//
~Dude, little dude said 'yay'.~
//Yes, I know what he said. I just cant believe he said it.//
"Cos you just want to see two hot elves make out."
|| Darn right. Of course she does. Who wouldn't want to see two hot elves make out?||
//Yeah! Thanks, Lainie.//
|| Don't mention. Especially since *ahem* you two don't look like you're gonna start making out anytime soon.|| (Lainie does a death-glare)
"What?!"
~Us?!?~
"Dude, we're like, twins."
~Yeah.~
"That's like..."
~Incest.~
"Twincest."
*Lainie's eyes cloud over wistfully*
~Dude, chill.~
*Lainie snaps back to reality with a small 'poof'.*
|| Darn. We have GOT to get them into slashy mode. Now where did you put that manual?||
//What manual?//
|| You know, the one that came with the twins||
//I dunno. I guess I chucked it out with the trash.//
|| You WHAT?!?||
//That's what I always do with manuals. I chuck them in recycling bins.//
^Er... we were talking about me.^
//Frodo, you have enough screen time in the movies. Sod off.//
Chapter 3
Leaning heavily on Haldir, Legolas made it as far as the halfway mark up the stairs before the aphrodisiac in his blood kicked in again. With a guttural moan, he sank to his knees, pulling Haldir down with his weight.
^Oh no! Oh no! OH NO!!!!^
||shut up!||
//Yeah, nobody gives a shit about your carpeting.//
*Frodo's lower lip trembles dangerously*
"Oh man, dude, you've made him cry!"
*Frodo desperately rubs at his eyes*
^I am NOT crying^
~yeah. Sure. Whatever. Anyting you say, dude.~
^My carpet... My poor carpet...^
Leaning heavily on Haldir, Legolas made it as far as the halfway mark up the stairs before the aphrodisiac in his blood kicked in again. With a guttural moan, he sank to his knees, pulling Haldir down with his weight. "Yea gods," he whispered. "Oh gods, Haldir, now," he pleaded, sinking his nails into Haldir's soft flesh in his distress. "I can't take it any longer. Haldir... Now... Please!"
Seeing his former lover now helpless with desire, Haldir felt his face break into a slow cruel smile. Keeping his eyes still locked on Legolas', he leaned forward to take both Legolas's arms. Legolas' eyes widened in a mixture of excitement and horror; the elf knew exactly what Haldir was going to do. Moving slowly and deliberately, he kissed first Legolas' right palm, then his left, and raised them upwards to pin the slighter elf's wrists to the stair above his head, effectively stretching Legolas out before him.
Legolas trembled. He could not remember a time he felt more exposed. He was as a doll, or maybe a helpless puppet, laid out, stretched out for Haldir to do whatever he liked with him. Stretched out for Haldir. Exposed and vulnerable before Haldir. Exposed and vulnerable before the one person who knew him more intimately than Aragorn did.
Strangely, the thought thrilled him.
Haldir ran a finger across Legolas' jawline. "Come, my pretty," he crooned. "Moan for me," he whispered, his voice low and breathy. "Let me hear your need."
"You already know my need," he replied wretchedly.
"Ah, but I would have you voice it. I swear to you I would tear those sounds from deep within your throat."
*at this point, fazy, Frodo and Lainie are surprised to hear a soft moan from behind them. They turn around to see the Twins in liplock. With each other. Frodo's jaw drops. Lainie clasps hands below chin and sighs happily.*
//hey, look. I guess they've been in slash mode the whole time, just that they were too modest to do it in front of anyone//
*Lainie is too happy to answer fazy*
//hey, are you listening? I said...// *fazy trails off as the Twins deepen their kiss. Her eyes widen and grow misty with delight as she stares shamelessly with her mouth hanging open.*
//Oh my...//
*a Twin (it's impossible to tell which one when they're wrapped around each other like that) happens to open one eye and see Lainie, fazy and Frodo staring with interest and hurriedly disentangles himself. Once they have, it is impossible to tell who it was who opened one eye earlier on.*
~Dude!~
"Dude!"
~Dude, you don't, like, DO that, dude!~
"Yeah! Ew! Dude, that is so totally gross"
||Well you were the ones who started in front of us||
"Dude, you weren't looking!"
~Dude, that is like, so wrong.~
||but you guys are hot!||
"Dude! You don't SAY things like that, dude!"
*Twins blush*
~Dude, just shut up, dude. Just watch them, okay? They're the ones giving us all a free show.~
*Fazy remembers Haldy and Leg on the stairs and settles back down to watch the other pair.*
Haldir ran a finger across Legolas' jawline. "Come, my pretty," he crooned. "Moan for me," he whispered, his voice low and breathy. "Let me hear your need."
"You already know my need," he replied wretchedly.
"Ah, but I would have you voice it. I swear to you I would tear those sounds from deep within your throat."
And Legolas shuddered. The very words themselves pushed him to unbelievable limits and he threw back his head and cried out his distress. "Please," he whimpered, desperately straining his hips upwards, blindly seeking contact, and groaned deeply when Haldir conceded to swivel his own hips against his. Soft, nimble fingers lifted Legolas' shirt to draw it above his head but desperately breaking free of his Haldir's grasp, Legolas grabbed at his shoulders.
"Leave it!" he wailed urgently. "Just take me, take me, oh gods, please! Have mercy, Haldir!"
"Oh!"
~SSSH!~
*Frodo, fazy and Lainie turn around, shocked, but before anyone can say anything else, the Twins get up and make a dash for the kitchen, slamming the door hard behind them. Frodo winces when a crash sounds from the kitchen.*
^And that'll be the tray of tarts I baked for tea,^ he says mournfully.
||there, there. It could have been worse. At least it wasn't anything breakable.||
*muffled sounds emerge form the kitchen. Lainie promptly plods over and settles down in front of the kitchen door.*
^It was a new recipe! I've never tried it before!^
//you can always try it again. I'll help.//
||Yeah, right. Help to eat it. Since when did you ever do any baking?||
^But I can't do it again! The Twins burned the recipe!^
||hey guys, there's a keyhole!||
//Your own fault for leaving candles where they can see them. You know they're lethal with candles. The last time they were let near one they nearly burned the whole house down.//
||I said, hey guys, there's a keyhole!||
//keyhole?//
||yupyup!||
*lainie bounces happily*
||Come on!//
//never mind, dear, I'll rather stick with haldy/leggy.//
||you sure bout that?||
//yup//
||oh well, it's your loss.||
And Legolas shuddered. The very words themselves pushed him to unbelievable limits and he threw back his head and cried out his distress. "Please," he whimpered, desperately straining his hips upwards, blindly seeking contact, and groaned deeply when Haldir conceded to swivel his own hips against his. Soft, nimble fingers lifted Legolas' shirt to draw it above his head but he grabbed at Haldir's shoulders.
"Leave it!" he wailed urgently. "Just take me, take me, oh gods, please! Have mercy, Haldir!"
Without another word, Haldir jerked down Legolas' trousers causing Legolas to gasp in relief as his erection slid free, and proceeded to tackle his own pair, but not before he bent his head and tasted Legolas' glistening shaft. At the feel of Haldir's tongue, hot and wet against his straining sex, Legolas buckled, and Haldir chuckled under his breath.
"Since when have you been so impatient, Legolas?" he smiled. "Alright my lovely cousin. I shan't keep you waiting any longer."
With that, Haldir rose to his knees and tenderly coaxed Legolas to turn over. Legolas did so gladly, and gasped when Haldir's strong fingers teased out his opening. He slid one finger into him and Legolas whimpered. "Hurry," he urged Haldir, craning his head around to catch sight of the Lorien elf. "Hurry!"
But Haldir was in no mood to hurry, leisurely exploring Legolas' with his digit. "If I remember....." he mused as he swivelled his finger within him. As he brushed a tender spot, Legolas gasped and spasmed with pleasure. "Ah, yes, there it is," Haldir crowed as he drew his finger lazily across his sensitive spot. Leaning down, Haldir kissed the arch of his back, and curling his finger, tickled him with the tip of his flesh. The shock was too much for Legolas. With a heartfelt cry, he emptied himself on the plush carpeting.
*Frodo stares in horror.*
^NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!^
Leaning heavily on Haldir, Legolas made it as far as the halfway mark up the stairs before the aphrodisiac in his blood kicked in again. With a guttural moan, he sank to his knees, pulling Haldir down with his weight.
^Oh no! Oh no! OH NO!!!!^
||shut up!||
//Yeah, nobody gives a shit about your carpeting.//
*Frodo's lower lip trembles dangerously*
"Oh man, dude, you've made him cry!"
*Frodo desperately rubs at his eyes*
^I am NOT crying^
~yeah. Sure. Whatever. Anyting you say, dude.~
^My carpet... My poor carpet...^
Leaning heavily on Haldir, Legolas made it as far as the halfway mark up the stairs before the aphrodisiac in his blood kicked in again. With a guttural moan, he sank to his knees, pulling Haldir down with his weight. "Yea gods," he whispered. "Oh gods, Haldir, now," he pleaded, sinking his nails into Haldir's soft flesh in his distress. "I can't take it any longer. Haldir... Now... Please!"
Seeing his former lover now helpless with desire, Haldir felt his face break into a slow cruel smile. Keeping his eyes still locked on Legolas', he leaned forward to take both Legolas's arms. Legolas' eyes widened in a mixture of excitement and horror; the elf knew exactly what Haldir was going to do. Moving slowly and deliberately, he kissed first Legolas' right palm, then his left, and raised them upwards to pin the slighter elf's wrists to the stair above his head, effectively stretching Legolas out before him.
Legolas trembled. He could not remember a time he felt more exposed. He was as a doll, or maybe a helpless puppet, laid out, stretched out for Haldir to do whatever he liked with him. Stretched out for Haldir. Exposed and vulnerable before Haldir. Exposed and vulnerable before the one person who knew him more intimately than Aragorn did.
Strangely, the thought thrilled him.
Haldir ran a finger across Legolas' jawline. "Come, my pretty," he crooned. "Moan for me," he whispered, his voice low and breathy. "Let me hear your need."
"You already know my need," he replied wretchedly.
"Ah, but I would have you voice it. I swear to you I would tear those sounds from deep within your throat."
*at this point, fazy, Frodo and Lainie are surprised to hear a soft moan from behind them. They turn around to see the Twins in liplock. With each other. Frodo's jaw drops. Lainie clasps hands below chin and sighs happily.*
//hey, look. I guess they've been in slash mode the whole time, just that they were too modest to do it in front of anyone//
*Lainie is too happy to answer fazy*
//hey, are you listening? I said...// *fazy trails off as the Twins deepen their kiss. Her eyes widen and grow misty with delight as she stares shamelessly with her mouth hanging open.*
//Oh my...//
*a Twin (it's impossible to tell which one when they're wrapped around each other like that) happens to open one eye and see Lainie, fazy and Frodo staring with interest and hurriedly disentangles himself. Once they have, it is impossible to tell who it was who opened one eye earlier on.*
~Dude!~
"Dude!"
~Dude, you don't, like, DO that, dude!~
"Yeah! Ew! Dude, that is so totally gross"
||Well you were the ones who started in front of us||
"Dude, you weren't looking!"
~Dude, that is like, so wrong.~
||but you guys are hot!||
"Dude! You don't SAY things like that, dude!"
*Twins blush*
~Dude, just shut up, dude. Just watch them, okay? They're the ones giving us all a free show.~
*Fazy remembers Haldy and Leg on the stairs and settles back down to watch the other pair.*
Haldir ran a finger across Legolas' jawline. "Come, my pretty," he crooned. "Moan for me," he whispered, his voice low and breathy. "Let me hear your need."
"You already know my need," he replied wretchedly.
"Ah, but I would have you voice it. I swear to you I would tear those sounds from deep within your throat."
And Legolas shuddered. The very words themselves pushed him to unbelievable limits and he threw back his head and cried out his distress. "Please," he whimpered, desperately straining his hips upwards, blindly seeking contact, and groaned deeply when Haldir conceded to swivel his own hips against his. Soft, nimble fingers lifted Legolas' shirt to draw it above his head but desperately breaking free of his Haldir's grasp, Legolas grabbed at his shoulders.
"Leave it!" he wailed urgently. "Just take me, take me, oh gods, please! Have mercy, Haldir!"
"Oh!"
~SSSH!~
*Frodo, fazy and Lainie turn around, shocked, but before anyone can say anything else, the Twins get up and make a dash for the kitchen, slamming the door hard behind them. Frodo winces when a crash sounds from the kitchen.*
^And that'll be the tray of tarts I baked for tea,^ he says mournfully.
||there, there. It could have been worse. At least it wasn't anything breakable.||
*muffled sounds emerge form the kitchen. Lainie promptly plods over and settles down in front of the kitchen door.*
^It was a new recipe! I've never tried it before!^
//you can always try it again. I'll help.//
||Yeah, right. Help to eat it. Since when did you ever do any baking?||
^But I can't do it again! The Twins burned the recipe!^
||hey guys, there's a keyhole!||
//Your own fault for leaving candles where they can see them. You know they're lethal with candles. The last time they were let near one they nearly burned the whole house down.//
||I said, hey guys, there's a keyhole!||
//keyhole?//
||yupyup!||
*lainie bounces happily*
||Come on!//
//never mind, dear, I'll rather stick with haldy/leggy.//
||you sure bout that?||
//yup//
||oh well, it's your loss.||
And Legolas shuddered. The very words themselves pushed him to unbelievable limits and he threw back his head and cried out his distress. "Please," he whimpered, desperately straining his hips upwards, blindly seeking contact, and groaned deeply when Haldir conceded to swivel his own hips against his. Soft, nimble fingers lifted Legolas' shirt to draw it above his head but he grabbed at Haldir's shoulders.
"Leave it!" he wailed urgently. "Just take me, take me, oh gods, please! Have mercy, Haldir!"
Without another word, Haldir jerked down Legolas' trousers causing Legolas to gasp in relief as his erection slid free, and proceeded to tackle his own pair, but not before he bent his head and tasted Legolas' glistening shaft. At the feel of Haldir's tongue, hot and wet against his straining sex, Legolas buckled, and Haldir chuckled under his breath.
"Since when have you been so impatient, Legolas?" he smiled. "Alright my lovely cousin. I shan't keep you waiting any longer."
With that, Haldir rose to his knees and tenderly coaxed Legolas to turn over. Legolas did so gladly, and gasped when Haldir's strong fingers teased out his opening. He slid one finger into him and Legolas whimpered. "Hurry," he urged Haldir, craning his head around to catch sight of the Lorien elf. "Hurry!"
But Haldir was in no mood to hurry, leisurely exploring Legolas' with his digit. "If I remember....." he mused as he swivelled his finger within him. As he brushed a tender spot, Legolas gasped and spasmed with pleasure. "Ah, yes, there it is," Haldir crowed as he drew his finger lazily across his sensitive spot. Leaning down, Haldir kissed the arch of his back, and curling his finger, tickled him with the tip of his flesh. The shock was too much for Legolas. With a heartfelt cry, he emptied himself on the plush carpeting.
*Frodo stares in horror.*
^NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!^
Chapter 4
Haldir slid his finger out, and replaced it with the tip of his length. He heard the slighter elf's breath hitch and felt him tense beneath him.
"Relax, Legolas," he crooned, but the other elf found it impossible to relax. No longer pushed to the limits of arousal, the thought of Haldir breaching him with no attempt to either lubricate himself or ready Legolas for the intrusion now alarmed him. He voiced his doubts, and Haldir laughed.
"And you're not going to help by tensing up," he grinned smugly.
"Sadistic bastard!" Legolas growled. "You want to hear me scream."
"Yes I do," he said, enjoying the way Legolas' muscles clamped down on him. "I want to hear your pain. I'm not your gentle Aragorn, my pretty Legolas," he breathed. "Don't expect me to be as plaint as he. I want to impale you. I will conquer you and make you mine. And you shall cry out when I do."
"You bastard!" Legolas gasped, suddenly overcome. "I hate you!"
"No you don't," Haldir purred with such self-assuredness that Legolas longed to claw his eyes out. "You hate that you love me."
"Shut up!" Legolas yelled as he fought desperately to free himself, but Haldir held him firmly in place. "Let go of me!" he cried helplessly.
"Hold still," Haldir barked, and Legolas obeyed. He trembled though, and seeing that, Haldir ran his hand reassuringly down his spine. "Hush, Legolas. Just relax. I know you want this. I know you too intimately, and for too long for your words to fool me."
Legolas said nothing. He knew Haldir was right.
Careful not to inflict too much damage, Haldir pushed himself agonizingly into Legolas, and to his credit, the slighter elf made no noise as he did so though the strain on Legolas' body was painfully obvious. He paused though when Legolas gave a soft gasp. Apparently Haldir's hardness was too much for even his steel mettle, and Legolas whimpered.
Bending down across Legolas' back, Haldir smoothed away the slighter elf's pale blond hair and kissed the newly exposed length of neck. "Hush, Legolas," he crooned into his ear. "Relax, my lovely," he said, giving Legolas some time to adjust to the intrusion, but Legolas' velvet warmth called out to him too seductively. Without warning, he thrust himself hard into Legolas, and Legolas cried out, his nails clawing at the knots of the carpet. Taking a deep breath, Haldir drew back until he had slid almost completely out of Legolas, then plunged himself back in.
Again, Legolas cried out in pain, but though he shook with the effort, Haldir forced himself to still. He felt vaguely guilty. It should have been so simple for him to have just coated himself with Legolas' fluids... what had possessed him to want to hurt him this way?
Probably the hurt that Legolas had inflicted on his own heart all those long years ago, he concluded. Haldir still burned with the pain of it. Perhaps more than anything else, he craved to avenge himself.
He swivelled his hips, and heard Legolas give a satisfying gasp. He did it again, and this time was rewarded with a long, ragged groan. Closing his eyes, he felt Legolas' rhythm pulse around him, and knew that his partner was ready. Completely surrendering to the urge, Haldir rode him. He anglied his hips slightly and thrust himself deep, making Legolas cry out as he pleasured the elf in his most sensitive of spots.
And Legolas screamed unashamedly. It had been too long since he had found pleasure in those places, and Haldir wondered, very briefly, how that was so. Legolas had certainly not been sexually inactive these past few years. In fact, Haldir could see from the stains on the carpeting that Legolas and Aragorn were quite a passionate couple, but he knew Legolas too well. It had been a long time since anyone had pleasured Legolas this way. Haldir was so much better than Aragorn, that much was obvious. But why? Perhaps he was longer, or bigger, or harder? No, he concluded at last. It was probably because he knew the elf so very intimately that he was able to draw such an intense reaction.
But Legolas' cries were pushing him to the edge of his limits. It had been too long for him as well, and closing his eyes, Haldir braced himself for the onset of orgasm. He came with a strangled cry, buried more deeply in Legolas than he ever remembered possible, and from the arch of the other's back, he knew that Legolas too had found his release. Together, they tumbled to the floor, a steaming, panting tangle of long lithe limbs.
Haldir felt his sweat-drenched shirt sticking wetly to his skin, and was suddenly seized by an overwhelming need to be rid of it. He felt he could hardly breathe, almost as if the soft material clingling to his chest was binding him, choking off his breathing air, and it was with no little amount of urgency that he tore it off.
Legolas too had done the same, probably seized by that same insane impulse, and now lay sprawled out on the floor, panting for breath. He looked up at Haldir and smiled breathlessly, and for a moment Haldir thought that he had forgotten how to breathe. He crawled the short length towards Legolas and stretched himself upon him and lay his head comfortably on the other's broad chest and closed his eyes, sighing in contentment, and was shocked to feel Legolas' slim hands rest on his head and neck.
"Haldir..." Legolas crooned as he stroked the larger elf's long silvery hair. Haldir looked up in confusion. Why was Legolas acting so affectionately? Was he baiting him? But no, there was nothing but tenderness in the other's eyes.
Haldir found his muscles unknotting under Legolas' gentle caress, and reaching out, he smoothed the damp strands away from Legolas' face.
"You are so beautiful," Haldir breathed. Legolas froze, something like alarm flicking past his features. He blinked and turned his face away, breathing rapidly, but at length, turned to face Haldir once more.
"Really?" he asked uncertainly.
Really? Really! Haldir felt his jaw drop. How could Legolas ever thing otherwise? "Of course," he cooed, running his fingers adoringly through Legolas' silky hair. "Of course you are."
Legolas pursed his lips thinly together and nodded, then pushed Haldir off, and sat with his back to him, much to the Lorien elf's surprise. "Legolas?" Haldir lay a hand gently on the other elf's shoulder. "Legolas, are you alright? Did I say something wrong?"
Legolas shook his head and passed a hand over his eyes. When he next turned to face Haldir, he looked as if he were on the verge of tears. Legloas swallowed hard.
"It's nothing," he said softly. "Just that..." he trailed off, too overcome to continue. He covered his mouth, then desperately fanned his face with his hands as an unpleasant redness coloured his features. Haldir realised, much to his dismay that Legolas truly was on the brink of tears.
"Oh, what is it?" he crooned, drawing Legolas into his arms the way he would a child. "Sssh, sssh, it's okay, my lovely. It's okay." he felt a chill run through Legolas at the word 'lovley' and wondered what in the world was upsetting him.
Legolas held him hard and buried his head in Haldir's shoulder. "It's just that I can't remember the last time anyone said something like that," he choked so quietly that Haldir had to strain to hear him.
"Not even your man?" Haldir asked, vaguely horrified. Legolas shook his head sadly.
"Aragorn doesn't.... he- he- he-... it's.... Aragorn isn't good with words. It just isn't his way," he said, and then laughed helplessly before bursting into tears.
"There, there," Haldir whispered, rocking Legolas comfortingly. The elf felt small and frail in his arms. "Your man loves you," he said reassuringly. "He just doesn't show it."
"Oh he does alright," Legolas spat, strangely bitter, and Haldir nodded in sympathy.
"Aragorn shows his love by being protective. It's the only way he knows how. But you don't need protection, my light," he said. Legolas shifted and stared into Haldir's eyes in silent sad agreement. "You don't need to be protected, you who are one of the strongest, most skilled, fiery individuals who has ever walked the earth. I have never met anyone less in need of protecting," he smiled, and bent down to kiss him.
"It pains you, doesn't it," Haldir continued. He took one of Legolas' hands in his lay it on the elf's bare chest. "Oh, my poor, poor sweetling. You don't need to be protected. You need to be loved."
Legolas gripped his hand tightly. "Say it again, Haldir," he choked. "Tell me I'm beautiful."
"You are beautiful, Legolas," Haldir whispered. "You are beautiful." Legolas buried his face in Haldir's chest once again and whimpered. "You are so beautiful, Legolas," he said, running his pale fingers through Legolas' hair. "I never imagined such beauty could exist on a living being, never. Legolas, you take my breath away, you still do even after all these years."
Unable to help himself, Legolas wept, big choking tears. He clung on to Haldir so tightly and with such desperation that Haldir was truly alarmed.
"Oh, my poor, poor Legolas," he breathed. "Doesn't your man know? Oh, but he is a Man. He is not like us, Legolas. Oh, my poor, poor dear. He can't fufill your need. He doesn't know how."
"I love you, Haldir. I still love you."
"And I still love you. But that doesn't change anything, does it?"
"No it doesn't."
"You were the one that ended it, Legolas," he said gently.
"Only because you hurt me so badly."
"You started to ignore me. I thought I was loosing you. And I was. To him."
Legolas' face was a mask of agony, but at least he was no longer crying. He was too strong and too proud an elf to cry for long. "I love you, Haldir."
"And I love you."
They kissed. Neither of them were bothered about the other's current lovers. They both accepted without question that is was possible to love someone and yet be in love with somebody else. For them it was a fact of life, simple and undisputable.
Haldir felt Legolas' arms tighten around him. "Haldir," he whispered, staring into his eyes, silently begging, and Haldir was stunned.
"Again?" he said. "Now?"
Legolas nodded. "Please?" he whipered, and looked so pleadingly at him that Haldir knew it was Legolas' need to feel loved and secure more than anything else that compelled him to desire another bout of sex. Legolas wanted to feel the simple human pleasure of another's touch. He was cold at heart, and longed to feel another's warmth breach him.
Haldir rose to his knees and made to roll him over, but Legolas held his hands firmly. "No," Legolas said quietly shaking his head, and Haldir nodded indulgently. If Legolas wanted to be taken face to face then Haldir was more than prepared to humour him in his vulnerable state, and although Legolas said nothing, his eyes searched out the other's and thanked Haldir.
Suddenly seized by an overwhelming sense of affection towards his companion, Haldir bent forward and cupped Legolas' face in his hand, and the soft smile that flickered across the other's lips filled Haldir with such warmth that he took Legolas' hand in his and kissed it. "Anything for you, Legolas," he whispered, his lips hot against the other's palm before he leaned down and seized his mouth in his. "Anything for you."
Haldir slid his finger out, and replaced it with the tip of his length. He heard the slighter elf's breath hitch and felt him tense beneath him.
"Relax, Legolas," he crooned, but the other elf found it impossible to relax. No longer pushed to the limits of arousal, the thought of Haldir breaching him with no attempt to either lubricate himself or ready Legolas for the intrusion now alarmed him. He voiced his doubts, and Haldir laughed.
"And you're not going to help by tensing up," he grinned smugly.
"Sadistic bastard!" Legolas growled. "You want to hear me scream."
"Yes I do," he said, enjoying the way Legolas' muscles clamped down on him. "I want to hear your pain. I'm not your gentle Aragorn, my pretty Legolas," he breathed. "Don't expect me to be as plaint as he. I want to impale you. I will conquer you and make you mine. And you shall cry out when I do."
"You bastard!" Legolas gasped, suddenly overcome. "I hate you!"
"No you don't," Haldir purred with such self-assuredness that Legolas longed to claw his eyes out. "You hate that you love me."
"Shut up!" Legolas yelled as he fought desperately to free himself, but Haldir held him firmly in place. "Let go of me!" he cried helplessly.
"Hold still," Haldir barked, and Legolas obeyed. He trembled though, and seeing that, Haldir ran his hand reassuringly down his spine. "Hush, Legolas. Just relax. I know you want this. I know you too intimately, and for too long for your words to fool me."
Legolas said nothing. He knew Haldir was right.
Careful not to inflict too much damage, Haldir pushed himself agonizingly into Legolas, and to his credit, the slighter elf made no noise as he did so though the strain on Legolas' body was painfully obvious. He paused though when Legolas gave a soft gasp. Apparently Haldir's hardness was too much for even his steel mettle, and Legolas whimpered.
Bending down across Legolas' back, Haldir smoothed away the slighter elf's pale blond hair and kissed the newly exposed length of neck. "Hush, Legolas," he crooned into his ear. "Relax, my lovely," he said, giving Legolas some time to adjust to the intrusion, but Legolas' velvet warmth called out to him too seductively. Without warning, he thrust himself hard into Legolas, and Legolas cried out, his nails clawing at the knots of the carpet. Taking a deep breath, Haldir drew back until he had slid almost completely out of Legolas, then plunged himself back in.
Again, Legolas cried out in pain, but though he shook with the effort, Haldir forced himself to still. He felt vaguely guilty. It should have been so simple for him to have just coated himself with Legolas' fluids... what had possessed him to want to hurt him this way?
Probably the hurt that Legolas had inflicted on his own heart all those long years ago, he concluded. Haldir still burned with the pain of it. Perhaps more than anything else, he craved to avenge himself.
He swivelled his hips, and heard Legolas give a satisfying gasp. He did it again, and this time was rewarded with a long, ragged groan. Closing his eyes, he felt Legolas' rhythm pulse around him, and knew that his partner was ready. Completely surrendering to the urge, Haldir rode him. He anglied his hips slightly and thrust himself deep, making Legolas cry out as he pleasured the elf in his most sensitive of spots.
And Legolas screamed unashamedly. It had been too long since he had found pleasure in those places, and Haldir wondered, very briefly, how that was so. Legolas had certainly not been sexually inactive these past few years. In fact, Haldir could see from the stains on the carpeting that Legolas and Aragorn were quite a passionate couple, but he knew Legolas too well. It had been a long time since anyone had pleasured Legolas this way. Haldir was so much better than Aragorn, that much was obvious. But why? Perhaps he was longer, or bigger, or harder? No, he concluded at last. It was probably because he knew the elf so very intimately that he was able to draw such an intense reaction.
But Legolas' cries were pushing him to the edge of his limits. It had been too long for him as well, and closing his eyes, Haldir braced himself for the onset of orgasm. He came with a strangled cry, buried more deeply in Legolas than he ever remembered possible, and from the arch of the other's back, he knew that Legolas too had found his release. Together, they tumbled to the floor, a steaming, panting tangle of long lithe limbs.
Haldir felt his sweat-drenched shirt sticking wetly to his skin, and was suddenly seized by an overwhelming need to be rid of it. He felt he could hardly breathe, almost as if the soft material clingling to his chest was binding him, choking off his breathing air, and it was with no little amount of urgency that he tore it off.
Legolas too had done the same, probably seized by that same insane impulse, and now lay sprawled out on the floor, panting for breath. He looked up at Haldir and smiled breathlessly, and for a moment Haldir thought that he had forgotten how to breathe. He crawled the short length towards Legolas and stretched himself upon him and lay his head comfortably on the other's broad chest and closed his eyes, sighing in contentment, and was shocked to feel Legolas' slim hands rest on his head and neck.
"Haldir..." Legolas crooned as he stroked the larger elf's long silvery hair. Haldir looked up in confusion. Why was Legolas acting so affectionately? Was he baiting him? But no, there was nothing but tenderness in the other's eyes.
Haldir found his muscles unknotting under Legolas' gentle caress, and reaching out, he smoothed the damp strands away from Legolas' face.
"You are so beautiful," Haldir breathed. Legolas froze, something like alarm flicking past his features. He blinked and turned his face away, breathing rapidly, but at length, turned to face Haldir once more.
"Really?" he asked uncertainly.
Really? Really! Haldir felt his jaw drop. How could Legolas ever thing otherwise? "Of course," he cooed, running his fingers adoringly through Legolas' silky hair. "Of course you are."
Legolas pursed his lips thinly together and nodded, then pushed Haldir off, and sat with his back to him, much to the Lorien elf's surprise. "Legolas?" Haldir lay a hand gently on the other elf's shoulder. "Legolas, are you alright? Did I say something wrong?"
Legolas shook his head and passed a hand over his eyes. When he next turned to face Haldir, he looked as if he were on the verge of tears. Legloas swallowed hard.
"It's nothing," he said softly. "Just that..." he trailed off, too overcome to continue. He covered his mouth, then desperately fanned his face with his hands as an unpleasant redness coloured his features. Haldir realised, much to his dismay that Legolas truly was on the brink of tears.
"Oh, what is it?" he crooned, drawing Legolas into his arms the way he would a child. "Sssh, sssh, it's okay, my lovely. It's okay." he felt a chill run through Legolas at the word 'lovley' and wondered what in the world was upsetting him.
Legolas held him hard and buried his head in Haldir's shoulder. "It's just that I can't remember the last time anyone said something like that," he choked so quietly that Haldir had to strain to hear him.
"Not even your man?" Haldir asked, vaguely horrified. Legolas shook his head sadly.
"Aragorn doesn't.... he- he- he-... it's.... Aragorn isn't good with words. It just isn't his way," he said, and then laughed helplessly before bursting into tears.
"There, there," Haldir whispered, rocking Legolas comfortingly. The elf felt small and frail in his arms. "Your man loves you," he said reassuringly. "He just doesn't show it."
"Oh he does alright," Legolas spat, strangely bitter, and Haldir nodded in sympathy.
"Aragorn shows his love by being protective. It's the only way he knows how. But you don't need protection, my light," he said. Legolas shifted and stared into Haldir's eyes in silent sad agreement. "You don't need to be protected, you who are one of the strongest, most skilled, fiery individuals who has ever walked the earth. I have never met anyone less in need of protecting," he smiled, and bent down to kiss him.
"It pains you, doesn't it," Haldir continued. He took one of Legolas' hands in his lay it on the elf's bare chest. "Oh, my poor, poor sweetling. You don't need to be protected. You need to be loved."
Legolas gripped his hand tightly. "Say it again, Haldir," he choked. "Tell me I'm beautiful."
"You are beautiful, Legolas," Haldir whispered. "You are beautiful." Legolas buried his face in Haldir's chest once again and whimpered. "You are so beautiful, Legolas," he said, running his pale fingers through Legolas' hair. "I never imagined such beauty could exist on a living being, never. Legolas, you take my breath away, you still do even after all these years."
Unable to help himself, Legolas wept, big choking tears. He clung on to Haldir so tightly and with such desperation that Haldir was truly alarmed.
"Oh, my poor, poor Legolas," he breathed. "Doesn't your man know? Oh, but he is a Man. He is not like us, Legolas. Oh, my poor, poor dear. He can't fufill your need. He doesn't know how."
"I love you, Haldir. I still love you."
"And I still love you. But that doesn't change anything, does it?"
"No it doesn't."
"You were the one that ended it, Legolas," he said gently.
"Only because you hurt me so badly."
"You started to ignore me. I thought I was loosing you. And I was. To him."
Legolas' face was a mask of agony, but at least he was no longer crying. He was too strong and too proud an elf to cry for long. "I love you, Haldir."
"And I love you."
They kissed. Neither of them were bothered about the other's current lovers. They both accepted without question that is was possible to love someone and yet be in love with somebody else. For them it was a fact of life, simple and undisputable.
Haldir felt Legolas' arms tighten around him. "Haldir," he whispered, staring into his eyes, silently begging, and Haldir was stunned.
"Again?" he said. "Now?"
Legolas nodded. "Please?" he whipered, and looked so pleadingly at him that Haldir knew it was Legolas' need to feel loved and secure more than anything else that compelled him to desire another bout of sex. Legolas wanted to feel the simple human pleasure of another's touch. He was cold at heart, and longed to feel another's warmth breach him.
Haldir rose to his knees and made to roll him over, but Legolas held his hands firmly. "No," Legolas said quietly shaking his head, and Haldir nodded indulgently. If Legolas wanted to be taken face to face then Haldir was more than prepared to humour him in his vulnerable state, and although Legolas said nothing, his eyes searched out the other's and thanked Haldir.
Suddenly seized by an overwhelming sense of affection towards his companion, Haldir bent forward and cupped Legolas' face in his hand, and the soft smile that flickered across the other's lips filled Haldir with such warmth that he took Legolas' hand in his and kissed it. "Anything for you, Legolas," he whispered, his lips hot against the other's palm before he leaned down and seized his mouth in his. "Anything for you."
Chapter 5.
Haldir ran his hands down the inside of Legolas' thighs, then hooking his hands on the base of each knee, drew the other's long slim legs upwards till his thighs pressed against his broad pale chest, framing the slighter elf's face from the angle that Haldir looked down upon him. He smiled, and smiling in return, Legolas twined his feet around Haldir's graceful neck, pulling the other closer towards him.
Throughout, they kept their eyes locked on to each other. And although no words were exchanged between them, the look in their eyes spoke volumes. They were bonded, bound to each other from a moment in their past, and nothing that happened in between could ever change that.
Soundlessly, Haldir slid himself in and stilled himself, and although Legolas could feel his eyelids flutter at the sensation, he forced himself to concentrate on Haldir's face and eyes, reluctant to break the spell that hung heavy upon them both. He felt his breathing quicken, and grow shallow and strained but still he strained to keep his focus. Only when Haldir shuddered within him did he throw back his head and moan.
Desperate hands reached up to claw at Haldir's hips, urging him to begin his rhythm, but Haldir knocked his hands firmly away. "Hush," he chided, and kissed a line down Legolas' thigh. "Just feel it build," he whispered.
Legolas squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. "Don't do this," he whispered, shaking his head, but forced his eyes open when he felt Haldir's long lithe fingers caress his face.
He smoothed Legolas' hair away from his face, and lightly brushed the elf's broad smooth forehead before resting his palm once again against his cheek. Slowly, leisurely, Haldir ran his fingers across the strong jaw line and laid two fingers gently on the well defined lips. Taking a deep shuddering breath, Legolas focused again on Haldir and licked his lips nervously before reaching up to cup Haldir's hand strongly in both of his.
With his free hand, Haldir reached down to wrap his fingers lightly around Legolas' phallus and heard the other's breath hitch satisfyingly as the warmth of his hand enveloped him. Unable to help himself, Legolas felt himself strain upwards through the passage Haldir had created specially for him, feeling that delicious friction of living skin against his sensitive flesh.
Closing his eyes, Legolas groaned deeply, and at the sound, Haldir brushed the ball of his thumb against the very tip of the other's length. Legolas' reaction was intense. Already caught in mid-groan, the elf's eyes flew open in a panic of emotions as he screamed his pleasure to the world.
And suddenly they fused. It was as if not just their bodies were one, but their minds and souls as well. Legolas was hardly aware of the feel of Haldir riding him, or of their sexual climax; it was as if they had transcended the physical realm into..... not limbo, no, Legolas had always imagined limbo to be unpleasant, but if there were a wondrous version of limbo then this was it. It was like a pause that was not a pause, the feeling of being suspended between worlds that wasn't, caught somewhere between the past and the future that was not the present. Time itself was slow here, slow and unhurried, and calm. All the torment and chaos of life evaporated, as did the intensity of emotions. Emotions were dulled here, but in a way that brought relief, not agony or numbness. It was as if he had stepped out of himself and freed himself from their pain. He felt the sensations still, but as a milder, more softly pleasurable version of their intense counterparts.
Slowly, the other world faded, and as the present reasserted its force field onto him, he grew aware of Haldir's head nestled comfortably beneath his chin, and Legolas basked with the sense of it. How wondrous it felt to have him so warm against him: around him and inside him all at once. He wished the moment would never end.
He felt Haldir stir against him. "What is it?" Legolas asked softly, dreading the answer. Already his elven ears could pick up the distant sound of helicopter blades. Elrond. So Elrond was Haldir's lover. He might have known.
When Haldir sat up and made to draw himself out of him, something made Legolas whimper. "Don't," he whispered, catching hold of Haldir's hands. "Please. Not yet."
Sighing sadly, Haldir reached out to tuck Legolas' hair behind his ears. "He's coming, my spring," Haldir crooned and bent forward to kiss him. "He's coming for me."
"No, don't go. Not just yet."
"Hush," Haldir whispered. "My place is with him, just as yours is with Aragorn. We don't belong together, Legolas. We'd only hurt each other even worse. You know that, my sweetling. You know that."
Legolas nodded, defeated. Of course he knew that. He still had the scars deep in his heart to remind him. Silently he let Haldir dress him and waited while the other slipped into his own expensive garb. Legolas bit back a smile. "Gray-brown Armani trousers topped with a beige turtleneck sweater. Typical. You always did dress like a prig," he teased.
Haldir spread his arms out and bowed low. "But you have to admit I look absolutely striking in it." And Legolas laughed. He was right. He was absolutely right. Haldir was breathtaking. He always was.
Smiling fondly at him, Haldir reached out a hand and helped Legolas to his feet, and smiled when Legolas cuddled up to him. "Oh my darling," Haldir whispered, running his fingers through Legolas' silky hair, undoing the tangles that spoiled it's beauty. Legolas clung to him tightly.
"Please," he begged one last time. "Don't go."
Before Haldir could answer him though, there were three smart raps on the door. Frodo (who had by now figured how to slip out of the poorly tied bindings) scuttled to usher Elrond in and as the older elf stepped into the living room, Legolas could sense a burst of joyfulness from the elf beside him. So Haldir was in love with Elrond. Legolas felt his heart sink.
Sensing this, Haldir turned back to Legolas and kissed him gently. "Hush, my sunshine," he crooned, cupping the other's face in his hands. "Oh, my beautiful Legolas. Don't be so sad. Be happy for me, my darling. Please. You know I was for you."
Legolas felt the hurt stab right down to his very soul. He clung desperately to Haldir and wept, and Haldir cradled him and comforted him as best as he could, until gradually the sobs died down. Peeling Legolas' face away from his now-damp sweater, Haldir smoothed Legolas' hair and wiped the tear-stains with his fingertips.
"You look so pretty with your nose red and your eyes wet," Haldir said smilingly, and kissed him, but Legolas cast a frightened look over his shoulder.
"Doesn't he mind?" he asked anxiously, looking at Elrond. "I don't want to get you into trouble-- "
Haldir lay a finger on his lips and shook his head. "Elrond knows about us," he said quietly. "He knows that I love him. But he also knows that I will never stop loving you. I never have and I never will. Remember that, Legolas. Remember that in the dark of the night when the chill eats your bones and your very existance seems forfeit. Remember there is still someone who loves you more than life itself."
With those words, Haldir eased himself free of Legolas' arms. He walked smilingly up to Elrond, and Legolas was amazed at the change that came over his ex lover. When Elrond took his hand in greeting, Haldir simpered prettily, the solid masculinity melting away to reveal a more dependant, vulnerable child in him.
And Legolas looked away. He knew now that he had not the slightest chance of besting Elrond for Haldir's attentions. Elrond tended him. With Elrond, Haldir could do what he had never been able to do with Legolas. He could surrender himself to him.
It could have been so different.
If only.....
"Legolas," a voice whispered, and Legolas looked up to see Haldir standing before him once again, his face a picture of concern. "Legolas, I would not leave you if you do not let me. Speak your consent, or your dissent, your words now bind me."
It would have been so easy to make him stay. To force him to stay. But it would have been meaningless. "I would not make you stay against your will."
"Legolas," he sighed sadly. "It would not be against my will. But do not make me leave you like this, Legolas. You are but a shadow of your past self. I would not flee and seek my lover's arms while you suffer in silence."
"But silence is all I have left," he said, and forced a smile for Haldir's benefit. "Go now. He is waiting." When Haldir looked at him uncertainly, Legolas made himself broaden his smile. "I'm fine, Haldir. Truly I am. You don't have to worry."
"But I do--"
"Go," he said firmly, challenging Haldir to disobey, then relaxed in a smile. "Go," he said once more, gently this time. "Go and be happy. You love him. And I have Aragorn."
They kissed, and Haldir left with Elrond, but as the shiny black helicopter took off, Legolas could not help the tears that ran freely down his face. Turning around, he fled to the safety of his room and buried himself beneath the covers.
~End~
Haldir ran his hands down the inside of Legolas' thighs, then hooking his hands on the base of each knee, drew the other's long slim legs upwards till his thighs pressed against his broad pale chest, framing the slighter elf's face from the angle that Haldir looked down upon him. He smiled, and smiling in return, Legolas twined his feet around Haldir's graceful neck, pulling the other closer towards him.
Throughout, they kept their eyes locked on to each other. And although no words were exchanged between them, the look in their eyes spoke volumes. They were bonded, bound to each other from a moment in their past, and nothing that happened in between could ever change that.
Soundlessly, Haldir slid himself in and stilled himself, and although Legolas could feel his eyelids flutter at the sensation, he forced himself to concentrate on Haldir's face and eyes, reluctant to break the spell that hung heavy upon them both. He felt his breathing quicken, and grow shallow and strained but still he strained to keep his focus. Only when Haldir shuddered within him did he throw back his head and moan.
Desperate hands reached up to claw at Haldir's hips, urging him to begin his rhythm, but Haldir knocked his hands firmly away. "Hush," he chided, and kissed a line down Legolas' thigh. "Just feel it build," he whispered.
Legolas squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered. "Don't do this," he whispered, shaking his head, but forced his eyes open when he felt Haldir's long lithe fingers caress his face.
He smoothed Legolas' hair away from his face, and lightly brushed the elf's broad smooth forehead before resting his palm once again against his cheek. Slowly, leisurely, Haldir ran his fingers across the strong jaw line and laid two fingers gently on the well defined lips. Taking a deep shuddering breath, Legolas focused again on Haldir and licked his lips nervously before reaching up to cup Haldir's hand strongly in both of his.
With his free hand, Haldir reached down to wrap his fingers lightly around Legolas' phallus and heard the other's breath hitch satisfyingly as the warmth of his hand enveloped him. Unable to help himself, Legolas felt himself strain upwards through the passage Haldir had created specially for him, feeling that delicious friction of living skin against his sensitive flesh.
Closing his eyes, Legolas groaned deeply, and at the sound, Haldir brushed the ball of his thumb against the very tip of the other's length. Legolas' reaction was intense. Already caught in mid-groan, the elf's eyes flew open in a panic of emotions as he screamed his pleasure to the world.
And suddenly they fused. It was as if not just their bodies were one, but their minds and souls as well. Legolas was hardly aware of the feel of Haldir riding him, or of their sexual climax; it was as if they had transcended the physical realm into..... not limbo, no, Legolas had always imagined limbo to be unpleasant, but if there were a wondrous version of limbo then this was it. It was like a pause that was not a pause, the feeling of being suspended between worlds that wasn't, caught somewhere between the past and the future that was not the present. Time itself was slow here, slow and unhurried, and calm. All the torment and chaos of life evaporated, as did the intensity of emotions. Emotions were dulled here, but in a way that brought relief, not agony or numbness. It was as if he had stepped out of himself and freed himself from their pain. He felt the sensations still, but as a milder, more softly pleasurable version of their intense counterparts.
Slowly, the other world faded, and as the present reasserted its force field onto him, he grew aware of Haldir's head nestled comfortably beneath his chin, and Legolas basked with the sense of it. How wondrous it felt to have him so warm against him: around him and inside him all at once. He wished the moment would never end.
He felt Haldir stir against him. "What is it?" Legolas asked softly, dreading the answer. Already his elven ears could pick up the distant sound of helicopter blades. Elrond. So Elrond was Haldir's lover. He might have known.
When Haldir sat up and made to draw himself out of him, something made Legolas whimper. "Don't," he whispered, catching hold of Haldir's hands. "Please. Not yet."
Sighing sadly, Haldir reached out to tuck Legolas' hair behind his ears. "He's coming, my spring," Haldir crooned and bent forward to kiss him. "He's coming for me."
"No, don't go. Not just yet."
"Hush," Haldir whispered. "My place is with him, just as yours is with Aragorn. We don't belong together, Legolas. We'd only hurt each other even worse. You know that, my sweetling. You know that."
Legolas nodded, defeated. Of course he knew that. He still had the scars deep in his heart to remind him. Silently he let Haldir dress him and waited while the other slipped into his own expensive garb. Legolas bit back a smile. "Gray-brown Armani trousers topped with a beige turtleneck sweater. Typical. You always did dress like a prig," he teased.
Haldir spread his arms out and bowed low. "But you have to admit I look absolutely striking in it." And Legolas laughed. He was right. He was absolutely right. Haldir was breathtaking. He always was.
Smiling fondly at him, Haldir reached out a hand and helped Legolas to his feet, and smiled when Legolas cuddled up to him. "Oh my darling," Haldir whispered, running his fingers through Legolas' silky hair, undoing the tangles that spoiled it's beauty. Legolas clung to him tightly.
"Please," he begged one last time. "Don't go."
Before Haldir could answer him though, there were three smart raps on the door. Frodo (who had by now figured how to slip out of the poorly tied bindings) scuttled to usher Elrond in and as the older elf stepped into the living room, Legolas could sense a burst of joyfulness from the elf beside him. So Haldir was in love with Elrond. Legolas felt his heart sink.
Sensing this, Haldir turned back to Legolas and kissed him gently. "Hush, my sunshine," he crooned, cupping the other's face in his hands. "Oh, my beautiful Legolas. Don't be so sad. Be happy for me, my darling. Please. You know I was for you."
Legolas felt the hurt stab right down to his very soul. He clung desperately to Haldir and wept, and Haldir cradled him and comforted him as best as he could, until gradually the sobs died down. Peeling Legolas' face away from his now-damp sweater, Haldir smoothed Legolas' hair and wiped the tear-stains with his fingertips.
"You look so pretty with your nose red and your eyes wet," Haldir said smilingly, and kissed him, but Legolas cast a frightened look over his shoulder.
"Doesn't he mind?" he asked anxiously, looking at Elrond. "I don't want to get you into trouble-- "
Haldir lay a finger on his lips and shook his head. "Elrond knows about us," he said quietly. "He knows that I love him. But he also knows that I will never stop loving you. I never have and I never will. Remember that, Legolas. Remember that in the dark of the night when the chill eats your bones and your very existance seems forfeit. Remember there is still someone who loves you more than life itself."
With those words, Haldir eased himself free of Legolas' arms. He walked smilingly up to Elrond, and Legolas was amazed at the change that came over his ex lover. When Elrond took his hand in greeting, Haldir simpered prettily, the solid masculinity melting away to reveal a more dependant, vulnerable child in him.
And Legolas looked away. He knew now that he had not the slightest chance of besting Elrond for Haldir's attentions. Elrond tended him. With Elrond, Haldir could do what he had never been able to do with Legolas. He could surrender himself to him.
It could have been so different.
If only.....
"Legolas," a voice whispered, and Legolas looked up to see Haldir standing before him once again, his face a picture of concern. "Legolas, I would not leave you if you do not let me. Speak your consent, or your dissent, your words now bind me."
It would have been so easy to make him stay. To force him to stay. But it would have been meaningless. "I would not make you stay against your will."
"Legolas," he sighed sadly. "It would not be against my will. But do not make me leave you like this, Legolas. You are but a shadow of your past self. I would not flee and seek my lover's arms while you suffer in silence."
"But silence is all I have left," he said, and forced a smile for Haldir's benefit. "Go now. He is waiting." When Haldir looked at him uncertainly, Legolas made himself broaden his smile. "I'm fine, Haldir. Truly I am. You don't have to worry."
"But I do--"
"Go," he said firmly, challenging Haldir to disobey, then relaxed in a smile. "Go," he said once more, gently this time. "Go and be happy. You love him. And I have Aragorn."
They kissed, and Haldir left with Elrond, but as the shiny black helicopter took off, Legolas could not help the tears that ran freely down his face. Turning around, he fled to the safety of his room and buried himself beneath the covers.
~End~
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