HALDIR OR ARAGORN ? THAT IS THE QUESTION.
Another Aragorn/Legolas fic but I added Haldir in it to make it more interesting. The fellowship arrives in Lothlorien.
Part 1

Gandalf the Gray had fallen into darkness and nine were now eight.

Sadness reflected on their tired faces and their hearts were weary with sorrow. But it was too late to go back and so on they went. Splashing across cold streams and moving unheard across the wide grasslands they traveled on, steadily getting closer to the sanctuary of Lothlórien.

Exhausted beyond measure they slowed to a walk as the entered the outskirts. Above them the trees creaked and groaned, sharing secrets not allowed for mere mortals.

Suddenly the trees came alive and each member of the Fellowship, Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Boromir, Sam, Frodo, Merry and Pippin found themselves surrounded and facing a very well armed group of Elves.

Outnumbered though they were, only Legolas, with his quick, elven reflexes, had time to draw his bow.

An Elf of Lorien approached Aragorn. Arrogance and contempt on his beautiful, pale face.

"The dwarf breaths so loud we could have shot him in the dark."

"Haldir of Lorien..." Aragorn said, lowering his head with respect.

Speaking elvish Aragorn pleaded the case of his fellowship to Haldir, while behind him Gimli fumed at the elf that had caught him unaware.

His decision reached, Haldir spoke in the Common Speech, "Follow me, the Lady of the Woods awaits you."
Here he locked eyes with Legolas for a moment before turning around and walking off.

The ensuing conversation with the Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel was emotially draining and it was with gratitude that Aragorn accepted the offer for them to stay for a few days.

Bedded down safely between the trees one by one, with Gimli being the first, each fell into a dreamless sleep.

Legolas however, flipped from side to side. He was restless, uneasy. Try as he might, though Gimli's snores weren't helping any, he couldn't sleep.

The loss of Gandalf was still in his heart but something far more worrisome was troubling his soul; Aragorn.

He had caught the Ranger staring at him many times, but here lately, and it troubled Legolas the he couldn't remember when, the looks had just been, different.

Wanting to be alone he rose and made his way deeper in the forest. He felt eyes upon him as he left but did not turn, afraid of meeting Aragorn's stare.
"Well, if it isn't the Prince of Mirkwood..."

Legolas spun around to see Haldir, arms folded leaning against a nearby tree a familiar arrogant grin on his handsome face.

"My fair prince Legolas, it has been many years since we last saw one another."

Bitterly Legolas replied, "And I'm sure it was but a moment after that before you replaced me with another."

Haldir walked up and tried to brush his fingers down Legolas's cheek.

Legolas tilted his head to avoid the other Elf's contact, the fire burning in his eyes as he spoke. "Go away Haldir, whatever there was between us has long since died over this last age."

"Surely you have not forgotten the last time we saw each other? Though it has been many years, I still cannot forget the passion we shared."

Half pleading, Legolas replied, "Things have changed since then, 'I' have changed since then. The thing you need the most from me, please seek it elsewhere."

Haldir had a small laugh before diving on Legolas, making both of them fall onto the leaf strewn woodland floor.

He was trapped, the younger Elf thrashed about under Haldir but the Lorien Elf was as strong as him, if not more. And the wicked glow in his eyes was spine-chilling. "No... Please, stop it..." Legolas answered weakly. His anger now replaced by despair.
Heady with anticipation Haldir whispered into Legolas's ear, "You are *mine*..." He readjusted himself on top of Legolas' slender body and gazed at the Elf's flushed face.

"I want *you*. I have wanted no one but you from that very first night we spent together in Mirkwood."

And with those words, Haldir leaned forward and kissed Legolas with a deep breathless possessive hunger.

Haldir drove his hips down, allowing the Elf beneath him to feel his burning arousal.

Legolas couldn't help but moan slightly, permitting Haldir to explore his mouth with his warm tongue.

The kiss deepened and Legolas felt himself harden too.

But he did not want this, or did he? Maybe he wanted to be taken, but taken by Haldir? Surprised the face of another came unbidden into his thoughts, Aragorn.

But his senses were lost as Haldir's kisses became more demanding and his caresses more intimate.

By now most of the Elves in the immediate area probably knew what was going on down below the treetops. But it mattered not, Legolas and Haldir were of age now, and sometimes pleasure just for it's own sake was reason enough.

But, there was one, one who found himself surprised by the conflicting emotions he felt when watching Haldir and Legolas together. Aragorn.

He had woken up and found Legolas gone, unaccountably worried he had gone searching for the Elf. Soft tracks in the grass had started him down path and soft gasps of pleasure had brought him to its end.

A single tear trickled down his cheek, as he witnessed the slender pale bodies of Legolas and Haldir entwined in the act of love and strange kind of hope died in his soul as he saw how Legolas apparently of his own free will responded to Haldir.

Legolas was losing his grip on reality and the only thing shining in his piercing blue eyes was desire. "Please... Haldir... Don't make me wait any longer..."

"Your wishes should be granted."

Unable to stand anymore and thoroughly confused by his warring emotions, Aragorn headed back up the path.

All was well when he arrived back at camp. Gimli's snores were punctuated by Merry's sleep soft mumblings. Boromir slept soundly on his side, his sword cradled loosely in his arms. Pippin was on his back and Sam though deep asleep had a corner of Frodo's blanket clutched in his fist and was little by little stealing it.

Aragorn found the simple peace that seemed to permeate the camp quieting his fractured thoughts. Quietly laughing to himself he pried the blanket's corner from Sam's hand and recovered Frodo.

Stepping back his hand strayed to his neck. His thoughts were instantly sobered. Made of Mithril Silver and wrought by the finest elvish craftsmen was the Lady Arwen's pledge to him.

He loved Arwen. Didn't he? If he did, then why was he so angry at the sight of Legolas and Haldir together?

Sighing, he stepped back, looking up he was surprised to see the Lady Galadriel looking down at him from a nearby platform, a mixture of pity and sorrow in her eyes.

They stood that way for several heartbeats, blue eyes of sky staring down into eyes of deep fathomless green. Still confused but finally weary enough for sleep Aragorn dipped his head in respect to the Lady Galadriel before turning and bedding himself back down for the remainder of the night.
Not the End. Please read and review and no flames.Thanks.