Chapter Four.
Haldir glanced over his shoulder. He knew something was amiss, that sickly feeling of impending danger was creeping over him too quickly for his liking.
Despite the night's events, he still had a job to do and he had to make sure those under his care were well guarded. He paced silently across the forest floor, stopping occasionally to strain his ears for noise.
There was nothing but the rush of air in the Mallorn trees.
Haldir frowned. A nameless evil was spreading through him, gripping his throat in a tight hold. Gasping for breath, the Elf hurried quickly back to their Talans. He was anxious. The situation made ten times worse by not knowing what it was that haunted him.
His back against a trunk, he breathed in slowly, desperately trying to calm his senses. There was no point in waking them, he thought, their rest was essential. He could hear them breathing. They were fine.
Crack. It cut the air like a whiplash.
Haldir wheeled around, his blade in hand, scanning the area.
His eyes met with those of the Elf of the Fellowship.
"Hmph." Haldir snorted. His relief was kept well hidden from Legolas. Instead he oppted for the usual arrogance. "What are you doing?" He asked fiercely.
Legolas, who seemed to attract these Elves, did not quite know how to reply.
"Well?" Haldir asked again. Legolas felt as though he had been caught by a teacher.
"I was returning to my bed." He said at last, with as much power as he could muster.
Haldir's eyebrows arched higher. A feeling of suspicion was now playing with him.
"Why have you been away from it?" He asked, slightly cynically.
Legolas knew the real reason but he dared not say it after Selien's response.
"I needed some air." He said quietly, feeling Haldir's eyes boring into him. "Nothing wrong with that."
"Why stray so far? The air here is pure enough."
"I wanted to stretch my legs."
"Very well." Haldir looked at him mockingly. "However I would advise you, prince, not to draw so much attention to yourself. You are not in Caras Galadhorn yet."
Legolas looked at him rather indignantly. "What do you mean by that?"
A smile spread across Haldir's lips, his face rich with malice. "Royal or no Royal, you will get no favours from me, Dwarf - lover."
Legolas heard Haldir's last word clearly but he still had trouble accepting it.
"Excuse me?" He said before he could stop himself.
"You heard what I said." Haldir smirked evilly. "Shouldn't you get back to your bed before the Dwarf gets cold?" His voice was low and lilting.
Legolas felt anger bubble up inside him faster than his annoyance. He jolted forward and attempted to grapple his guard to the floor.
Haldir stumbled slightly, the grin on his face growing. He enjoys this, Legolas thought.
"Now now, princeling. I mean you no harm. I was merely stating truths." Haldir moved closer to Legolas.
"You speak lies, Haldir of Lorien." His face was flushed with rage.
"Lies?" Haldir questioned, his voice brimming with sarcasm. "Come now, an Elf of your...," He glided his steely eyes over Legolas' body. "Stature, unmarried and travelling with seven males? What do you expect people to believe?"
Legolas could feel the anger turning to embarrassment. He stood his ground, becoming increasingly uncomfortable as his space was violated. It felt as though there was a clamp around his throat. He could not speak or even breathe without taking in Haldir's musky aroma.
"What's the matter, princeling? Cat got your tongue?" Haldir reached out and touched his cheek with his long hand.
Legolas did not flinch. "Ah." Haldir laughed. "I was right." Legolas looked into his unforgiving eyes and wondered where this Elf would stop.
The hand on his cheek was in his hair, clutching at it. Pulling gently at his braids.
And then in a blink of an eye, Haldir had pressed his lips upon Legolas'.
They were strange, Legolas thought quietly. He dared not return the kiss, edging backwards hopelessly.
Haldir smiled into him, moving his hand down the Elf's back, round to the curve of his left buttock, drawing him closer still. This should not be happening, he thought.
Legolas felt Haldir's hard shaft grinding into his thigh. It was wrong, he knew it was wrong.
But all thoughts of what was wrong or right vanished as he felt a long hand grasp his own sex.
Legolas gasped. Allowing Haldir's tongue entrance in his hot mouth. His caressed him fiercely, demanding that Legolas should give way to him.
Legolas had never been kissed like this. It was always him to lead. He had never surrendered before.
Haldir's mouth joined to his, could not help but arouse him. As much as he hated to admit it, it felt good.
He certainly could not hide the fact from his lover, who had Legolas in his right hand. His long hand stroking him firmly. He moaned into their kiss as Haldir's pace grew. Faster and faster, he used Legolas' sex. Punishing him. Needing to him feel what he did to people
Legolas felt his knees weaken, almost buckling with his heat. Haldir, knowingly pushed him up against the trunk of the tree. Hands roamed over his clothes, he ached to be freed, released from his torture.
All the while, Haldir gripped him, forcing him into places Legolas had never known, places he'd never thought he would want to go. His eyes rolled, head back, breaking their lips.
A low growl echoed around them. Haldir, knowing the closeness of the others, reached and clamped his hand around the Elf's mouth, gently allowing him to suck his finger.
His hard shaft straining against the fabric. Haldir used his free hand to push Legolas leggings to the floor. He took a moment to take in his sex. Smiling to himself. He could wait. Legolas moaned again but with disappointment as Haldir left his shaking body.
As Haldir's tongue wrapped it self around him, Legolas cried out. Muffled by Haldir's tongue, no one could tell. Up and down his tongue played, sucking at his tip hard. His hand squeezed his orbs, increasing Legolas' squirming.
Haldir let out another low laugh, looking up. He saw what he was doing. Causing so much pleasure and pain at the same time. Legolas' hand on his head urged him closer, taking in his leafy fresh scent.
It was time, Haldir thought, as he relaxed his mouth and forced the length of Legolas into the back of his mouth. Complete enclosure.
Haldir released his hand from the Elf's mouth, using Legolas' saliva to make the work on his own sex so much easier. Together he worked the both, complete control.
Legolas moaned over and over. Haldir took no notice, only taking great pleasure in seeing the complete look of fear on his pure face.
They were close. Too close for Legolas' liking but what was he meant to do now?
With a final thrust they came. Haldir spilling out into his hand and Legolas' deep into Haldir's throat. That low groan reverberated around them, covering the air from their heavy breathing. With a deep breath, Haldir stood up, moving closer to Legolas. He held his hand up to the Elf's face.
"Drink." Haldir commanded quietly. Legolas could only breath slowly. Haldir, needing no answer, lifted his cupped hand up to Legolas' lips. "Drink," He whispered again. "It will make things complete."
Without a word Legolas did. Taking Haldir's sweet seed from his soft hand. He looked up into those grey eyes, a feeling of wonder creeping into his mind. Haldir tucked a braid behind Legolas' ear. The Elf felt loved, loved in way he thought not possible.
"Now go back to your Dwarf." Haldir said quietly, motioning with his head to the talan just a few trees away. Legolas eyes widened as he realised how close they actually were to his own friend. Haldir laughed softly in a tone that Legolas could not discern.
Haldir glanced over his shoulder. He knew something was amiss, that sickly feeling of impending danger was creeping over him too quickly for his liking.
Despite the night's events, he still had a job to do and he had to make sure those under his care were well guarded. He paced silently across the forest floor, stopping occasionally to strain his ears for noise.
There was nothing but the rush of air in the Mallorn trees.
Haldir frowned. A nameless evil was spreading through him, gripping his throat in a tight hold. Gasping for breath, the Elf hurried quickly back to their Talans. He was anxious. The situation made ten times worse by not knowing what it was that haunted him.
His back against a trunk, he breathed in slowly, desperately trying to calm his senses. There was no point in waking them, he thought, their rest was essential. He could hear them breathing. They were fine.
Crack. It cut the air like a whiplash.
Haldir wheeled around, his blade in hand, scanning the area.
His eyes met with those of the Elf of the Fellowship.
"Hmph." Haldir snorted. His relief was kept well hidden from Legolas. Instead he oppted for the usual arrogance. "What are you doing?" He asked fiercely.
Legolas, who seemed to attract these Elves, did not quite know how to reply.
"Well?" Haldir asked again. Legolas felt as though he had been caught by a teacher.
"I was returning to my bed." He said at last, with as much power as he could muster.
Haldir's eyebrows arched higher. A feeling of suspicion was now playing with him.
"Why have you been away from it?" He asked, slightly cynically.
Legolas knew the real reason but he dared not say it after Selien's response.
"I needed some air." He said quietly, feeling Haldir's eyes boring into him. "Nothing wrong with that."
"Why stray so far? The air here is pure enough."
"I wanted to stretch my legs."
"Very well." Haldir looked at him mockingly. "However I would advise you, prince, not to draw so much attention to yourself. You are not in Caras Galadhorn yet."
Legolas looked at him rather indignantly. "What do you mean by that?"
A smile spread across Haldir's lips, his face rich with malice. "Royal or no Royal, you will get no favours from me, Dwarf - lover."
Legolas heard Haldir's last word clearly but he still had trouble accepting it.
"Excuse me?" He said before he could stop himself.
"You heard what I said." Haldir smirked evilly. "Shouldn't you get back to your bed before the Dwarf gets cold?" His voice was low and lilting.
Legolas felt anger bubble up inside him faster than his annoyance. He jolted forward and attempted to grapple his guard to the floor.
Haldir stumbled slightly, the grin on his face growing. He enjoys this, Legolas thought.
"Now now, princeling. I mean you no harm. I was merely stating truths." Haldir moved closer to Legolas.
"You speak lies, Haldir of Lorien." His face was flushed with rage.
"Lies?" Haldir questioned, his voice brimming with sarcasm. "Come now, an Elf of your...," He glided his steely eyes over Legolas' body. "Stature, unmarried and travelling with seven males? What do you expect people to believe?"
Legolas could feel the anger turning to embarrassment. He stood his ground, becoming increasingly uncomfortable as his space was violated. It felt as though there was a clamp around his throat. He could not speak or even breathe without taking in Haldir's musky aroma.
"What's the matter, princeling? Cat got your tongue?" Haldir reached out and touched his cheek with his long hand.
Legolas did not flinch. "Ah." Haldir laughed. "I was right." Legolas looked into his unforgiving eyes and wondered where this Elf would stop.
The hand on his cheek was in his hair, clutching at it. Pulling gently at his braids.
And then in a blink of an eye, Haldir had pressed his lips upon Legolas'.
They were strange, Legolas thought quietly. He dared not return the kiss, edging backwards hopelessly.
Haldir smiled into him, moving his hand down the Elf's back, round to the curve of his left buttock, drawing him closer still. This should not be happening, he thought.
Legolas felt Haldir's hard shaft grinding into his thigh. It was wrong, he knew it was wrong.
But all thoughts of what was wrong or right vanished as he felt a long hand grasp his own sex.
Legolas gasped. Allowing Haldir's tongue entrance in his hot mouth. His caressed him fiercely, demanding that Legolas should give way to him.
Legolas had never been kissed like this. It was always him to lead. He had never surrendered before.
Haldir's mouth joined to his, could not help but arouse him. As much as he hated to admit it, it felt good.
He certainly could not hide the fact from his lover, who had Legolas in his right hand. His long hand stroking him firmly. He moaned into their kiss as Haldir's pace grew. Faster and faster, he used Legolas' sex. Punishing him. Needing to him feel what he did to people
Legolas felt his knees weaken, almost buckling with his heat. Haldir, knowingly pushed him up against the trunk of the tree. Hands roamed over his clothes, he ached to be freed, released from his torture.
All the while, Haldir gripped him, forcing him into places Legolas had never known, places he'd never thought he would want to go. His eyes rolled, head back, breaking their lips.
A low growl echoed around them. Haldir, knowing the closeness of the others, reached and clamped his hand around the Elf's mouth, gently allowing him to suck his finger.
His hard shaft straining against the fabric. Haldir used his free hand to push Legolas leggings to the floor. He took a moment to take in his sex. Smiling to himself. He could wait. Legolas moaned again but with disappointment as Haldir left his shaking body.
As Haldir's tongue wrapped it self around him, Legolas cried out. Muffled by Haldir's tongue, no one could tell. Up and down his tongue played, sucking at his tip hard. His hand squeezed his orbs, increasing Legolas' squirming.
Haldir let out another low laugh, looking up. He saw what he was doing. Causing so much pleasure and pain at the same time. Legolas' hand on his head urged him closer, taking in his leafy fresh scent.
It was time, Haldir thought, as he relaxed his mouth and forced the length of Legolas into the back of his mouth. Complete enclosure.
Haldir released his hand from the Elf's mouth, using Legolas' saliva to make the work on his own sex so much easier. Together he worked the both, complete control.
Legolas moaned over and over. Haldir took no notice, only taking great pleasure in seeing the complete look of fear on his pure face.
They were close. Too close for Legolas' liking but what was he meant to do now?
With a final thrust they came. Haldir spilling out into his hand and Legolas' deep into Haldir's throat. That low groan reverberated around them, covering the air from their heavy breathing. With a deep breath, Haldir stood up, moving closer to Legolas. He held his hand up to the Elf's face.
"Drink." Haldir commanded quietly. Legolas could only breath slowly. Haldir, needing no answer, lifted his cupped hand up to Legolas' lips. "Drink," He whispered again. "It will make things complete."
Without a word Legolas did. Taking Haldir's sweet seed from his soft hand. He looked up into those grey eyes, a feeling of wonder creeping into his mind. Haldir tucked a braid behind Legolas' ear. The Elf felt loved, loved in way he thought not possible.
"Now go back to your Dwarf." Haldir said quietly, motioning with his head to the talan just a few trees away. Legolas eyes widened as he realised how close they actually were to his own friend. Haldir laughed softly in a tone that Legolas could not discern.