Other: Lady Legolas, if I put out two chapters at once, that would mean that there would be delays in updating, even more than the current delays I keep having, due to parental influence. I don't have time to write two chapters for one particular fic everyday, especially when I have so many I still need to finish. *sighs* I need to clone myself!!
Author's Notes: Elvish is in ' '. Only the unknown characters belong to me! This fic contains eventual Haldir/Glorfindel slash, and verbal and physical abuse! The focus is on Glorfindel and Haldir, not Aragorn and Legolas, though both will be mentioned in this fic. This fic takes place sometime between the Prologue and the first chapter of 'Reasons'. Takes place the next morning! Promised G/H slash next chapter and then… *hums dramatic music* Enjoy the funny mood of this chapter; it's going to change to dark in 2 chapters, so I wanted to bring a little humor into it first. Sorry this chapter is short again…
Part 8. The Third Day
Glorfindel stirred, as did Haldir. Both froze when they felt the other, especially Glorfindel, because he didn't know how this had happened. Their eyes met, before they began struggling to get apart, each turning a different shade of red.
Unfortunately, it was rather difficult, because one of Haldir's feet were pinned between Glorfindel's legs, and the Elven lord hadn't even realized yet that he was holding Haldir by the waist.
'Get off me!' Haldir cried, not wanting Glorfindel to realize just how his nearness was affecting him.
Glorfindel replied, 'I am trying, if you'd stop moving!' He winced at a hard nudge from Haldir's elbow in his ribs, while the older Elf tried to free Haldir's foot.
Haldir sweetly smiled and stated, in a sweet voice, 'You know… it might help if you let go of me. I might start thinking that you actually like me or something.' He enjoyed the crimson flush that crossed across the handsome face.
'This is…' Glorfindel blew long strands of his golden hair out of his face exasperatedly, and shifted his hands slightly. He was stunned when Haldir let out a muffled moan. The Elven lord found it erotic, and moved one of his hands again.
Haldir wondered if Glorfindel even knew what he was doing, until the older Elf did it again, and desire shot straight the 'Lorien Elf. Now how, Haldir wondered, had Glorfindel's hands wound up in his leggings?
Glorfindel brought one of his hands free from the confining leggings and gently ran it down the smooth, muscular back that pressed against him, getting aroused despite himself. He enjoyed the way Haldir seemed to melt into the touch, arching backwards.
'Glorfindel…' Haldir groaned, surprising himself.
Glorfindel found himself intrigued by the groan and rolled them both over, until he was pinning Haldir to the ground, before he dazed the younger Elf with a breathtakingly sweet kiss that burned between them.
Haldir kissed Glorfindel back hard, nearly crushing his lips, savoring the spicy flavor that was Glorfindel's own unique taste. A second kiss passed between them, before a third followed, leaving both gasping for air.
The Elven lord was drawn out of his thoughts when his stomach growled loudly, protesting that it had not been fed for a day. Haldir's did the same, but he was quite willing to ignore it and feast on something different than food, as he saw the desire in Glorfindel's eyes, which had gone a darker shade of blue.
'What about breakfast?' Glorfindel whispered, hungering for something besides meat, vegetables, or fruit.
Haldir hoarsely whispered, 'Who says it has to be food?'
Glorfindel froze and removed himself from Haldir, who looked disappointed again. If he didn't watch himself, Glorfindel knew that sooner or later, he would give into the temptation that Haldir presented. But it was easy to forget his duty and responsibility, especially when the Elven lord saw the flicker of hurt in the younger Elf's eyes, before Haldir stood as well, and purposefully turned his back to him.
The Lorien Elf was tired of the way that Glorfindel was toying with him, so he ignored the Elven lord, choosing to stalk over to where his shirt lay. After he picked it up and brushed off the dirt, Haldir put it back on, his finger flying down the tiny buttons. Then he walked over to where his tunic hung on the small root and put it on again.
Glorfindel did the same, replacing his own shirt and tunic, before he began, 'Haldir, I-'
'Forget it,' Haldir said icily. 'Is there any food for breakfast or do you want to just go stop the creature now?'
'We should eat something first,' Glorfindel answered, feeling too guilty to look Haldir in the eyes. It wasn't the younger Elf's fault that he couldn't control his own desires, despite the millennia he had seen in his long life.
Haldir flatly said, 'Fine.' He dug into the small pouch of food hanging from his belt, grabbing a long strip of dried meat for himself, before grabbing one for Glorfindel. He tossed it at the Elven lord, who caught it, and Haldir bit into his, refusing to look at the Elven lord.
The young 'Lorien Elf was about ready to take advantage of Glorfindel, since he was so reluctant to take advantage of him. He wasn't that young, after all, and it wasn't like Glorfindel had been forcing him to do anything that he didn't want to. Haldir's eyes clouded over slightly, as he suddenly thought of Rissan. The more time Haldir spent with Glorfindel, the more he was beginning to question his relationship with Rissan, and then he felt guilty for questioning Rissan's actions towards him.
Yes, Rissan was very possessive and sometimes hurt him but… he did love him, Haldir believed. They had been together for nearly two years now, after Rissan had given him a present when he turned 950 and spoke of having feelings for him.
Haldir was starting to get a headache from the strain of trying to figure out what to do, and finally put the matter aside for now. He had other things to worry about, like how they were going to find and kill the foul creature that were hunting the other Elves. This was no time to be trying to figure out relationships…
After finishing the dried meat, Glorfindel looked at Haldir. 'Let's go find it,' he told the younger Elf. He hated the slightly suspicious look in the slightly darker blue eyes that reflected Haldir's feelings clearly, and told himself it was he deserved for playing around with his emotions.
Haldir curtly nodded, and grabbed his discarded bow and quiver, which he had placed on the ground last night. 'Fine,' he muttered.
As luck would have it, they didn't have to search very long for the creature, because it soon found them. The two golden-haired Elves were passing by a cluster of trees when it sprang out, catching them both off guard. Neither had been paying much attention to the search, for they were trying very hard not to be caught staring at the other.
Glorfindel was the one it lunged at, and its sharp, black claws cut across the Elven lord's face, on his right cheekbone, leaving bloody gashes behind. He swiftly drew his sword and deflected a second slice, before using the sharp blade he wielded to cut across the creature's chest, spraying dark blood out. The creature howled in pain and struck at the Elf hard, forcing Glorfindel to duck under the blow that would have come very close to removing his head..
Haldir notched an arrow and sent it flying into the creature's lower back, and quickly notched a second arrow, this time aiming at the back of it's throat. The arrow sang as it impaled the throat, but the creature merely turned and swung at the 'Lorien Elf, who leapt aside and drew his own sword. Haldir made certain to avoid eye contact this time, because he could not afford to be distracted right now.
The black, shadowy figure hissed softly, black saliva dripping onto the ground, as it gazed at the younger Elf it had been ordered not to kill. Its master was already displeased with it, so the creature saw no reason not to feast on the fiery soul in front of it. It sprang into the air, moving faster than Glorfindel believed possible, and landed in front of Haldir.
Haldir lowered his gaze instantly, to avoid the fathomless eyes, and sliced upwards with his dagger, at its face, even while the creature grabbed a hold of his arms, one dark claw on each, and forced him to meet its gaze. Before Haldir could close his eyes, the shining blue orbs met the cold, midnight-black eyes and he froze.
Glorfindel inwardly cursed and dove at the creature, his sword outstretched. A anguished cry tore out of Haldir as agony ripped through him, feeling something being taken away from him. Something precious and irreplaceable- his soul. Even in his pain, he forced one of his arms up, bringing his short sword up.
Two blades slid home; one in the middle of the creature's back, stabbing all the way through, and the other directly through its heart. Black liquid splashed everywhere, especially on Haldir, thoroughly drenching him.
The dark blood covered Glorfindel as well, and he knew he was going to be taking a bath before returning to speak with the Lord and Lady. He quickly wiped his sword clean and re-sheathed it, before racing over to Haldir. The 'Lorien Elf had fallen to his knees, breathing hard and shaking.
'Are you okay?' Glorfindel questioned. He then felt foolish for asking such a question, when it was obvious that Haldir was anything but all right. He knelt beside him and took him in his arms, holding him close and ignoring the blood that covered them both. Right now, Glorfindel didn't care about the age difference, or what anyone would say, as he protectively held Haldir against him, using body heat to warm him.
'Wha-' Haldir coughed hard, before trying to speak again. His voice was weary and drawn as he softly asked, 'What did it do to me?'
The experience Elven lord's eyes carefully looked at the younger Elf, before frowning. The natural light that surrounded Haldir, as it surrounded all Elves, was dimmer than it should have been, even in the daylight. The light of an Elf shone as bright as the Elf's soul did, so Glorfindel was very worried when he realized just what the creature had done. And furious.
He whispered, 'You'll be all right, Haldir. It didn't finish what it was trying to do.'
Haldir shifted slightly in the warm, enveloping arms, feeling a strange feeling within him that had nothing to do with the shivers that were finally ceasing. He wordlessly looked at Glorfindel when the Elven lord didn't release him. 'G-Glorfindel?' he murmured, until Haldir saw the look in the older Elf's eyes.
Their lips met sweetly, teasingly soft at first, before the kiss grew harder, as their mouths hungrily chased each other. Sizzling, burning heat burned inside of each of them, while the kisses grew deeper as they came and went between the two Elves.
Haldir eagerly responded, melting inside at the breathless kisses. He pushed his tongue into Glorfindel's mouth, before he began exploring it deeply. A soft moan left the 'Lorien Elf when Glorfindel's tongue began ravishing his mouth, tasting of spices.
Their hands drifted towards each other, but stopped at the feel of the sticky blood drying on them both.
Glorfindel growled low in his throat and whispered, 'We'll finish this later…' The Elven lord had caught sight of animals approaching the deceased creature, and he did not want them to eat of its flesh, lest they become sick from it. 'We must dispose of the body and cleanse ourselves before anything else.'
'All right,' Haldir answered, a silent thrill with him at the whispered promise. He stood, along with Glorfindel, to do what needed to be done.
And while they worked, first digging a hole large enough to bury the creature in, and then actually burying, before they separated to get clean, the promise was their primary focus.
To be continued