A/N: No sex in this one, so the rating is down to PG-13 once again. Hope you'll enjoy it anyway, because there is quite a bit of humour in this chapter. :-)

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Chapter 6 - An Unfortunate Accident

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Lord Elrond suspiciously surveyed the number of elves assembled around the table. He had felt the moment his sons had entered in the company of the young March Warden that something was vastly different from the night before, or even from this morning. Trying not to appear too inquisitive, he discreetly observed the three younger elves as they slowly made their way over to the dinner table, chatting animatedly.

It was strikingly obvious that Haldir seemed much more comfortable in the presence of Elladan and Elrohir than he did only hours before. Elrond was not quite successful in suppressing a slight smirk as he remembered the scene earlier this day where Haldir had almost choked on his water and later fled as if Morgoth himself was after him.

Coming back to the present as clear laughter reached his ears, he turned his attention once again towards his sons and their companion. Haldir indeed appeared much more at ease now, however, there was also something else, something Elrond could not quite figure out yet.

Before he could dwell any further on the subject, he was distracted by movement on his right. Looking up, he saw Erestor slowly sinking into his seat, a tired expression on his ethereal face. Careful not to show his growing amusement too openly, he put on a indifferent expression and turned towards his friend and advisor, who had just released a heartfelt sigh, head tilted back and body almost melting into the seat. 

Keeping his eyes closed, he turned his head slightly in Elrond's direction before speaking with a voice that matched his tired appearance. "My Lord, I believe I am far too old to chase after your sons these days." Finally opening his eyes and levelling a weary gaze at his lord, he released another soft breath before going on. "Even when your sons were elflings, and I was still younger, I could barely keep up with them sometimes. But now that they are grown and more experienced, and not to mention more skilful at losing their old mentor..." An apologetic took entered those impossibly dark eyes. "I am afraid I was not able to follow them, my Lord."

All the way during this little speech, Elrond had been trying with all his might to maintain a serious expression, but hearing this last statement from his trusted friend rendered him unable to contain his mirth any longer. A hearty chuckle escaped him, and he placed a comforting hand on Erestor's shoulder, squeezing comfortingly.

"Do not trouble yourself, my friend. I should never have asked for you to watch over my sons. After all, both Haldir and they are old enough to know what they are doing, and despite his shy appearance, I believe that our guest is more than capable of taking care of himself. I even have the feeling that he would be quite a match for my sons."

Patting Erestor on the arm, he pointed towards the twins, who were sitting on either side of the March Warden, all three of them chatting amiably. "And it appears that whatever happened between my sons and Haldir has changed things for the better, do you not agree?"

Erestor followed his line of sight, watching the three elves for several moments before turning back to look at Elrond, a slightly apprehensive look upon his face. "I only hope that whatever they are planning will not corrupt young Haldir in any way. I believe Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel might frown upon us if we send back a scandalized March Warden."

Elrond could not help but laugh at this, especially since it had been delivered with such a serious face. "Oh, Erestor, I am afraid we might already be too late to save him from that fate."

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Later that evening, three figures could be seen walking slowly towards the guest chambers Haldir occupied at the moment. The sound of hushed whispers and stifled laughter accompanied them as the three strolled along the corridor, teasing and touching each other as they went along.

Finally the small group arrived at the door to Haldir's chambers, and an eerie quietness settled over them. Now that they had reached their destination, Haldir felt a shyness overcome him. Should he invite his new lovers into his rooms to spend the night with him, or would such a request be too soon? After all, they had only shared one moment of pleasure, yet.

Haldir was so lost in his musings that he did not notice the glances that passed between his companions. Only when Elladan gently laid a hand upon his shoulder did he emerge from his thoughtful state. Questioning eyes locked with those of the elder twin and Haldir opened his mouth to speak, only to be silenced by Elladan's finger against his lips.

As he was satisfied that Haldir would let him speak, Elladan removed his finger, instead sliding his hand along Haldir's throat to the back of his neck, where he started massaging the tense muscles gently.

Haldir's eyes drifted closed as pleasure washed through him, and just as he felt his muscles relaxing thanks to Elladan's expert touch, he felt other parts of his body awakening, and a deep purr found it's way past his lips. The throaty chuckle to his right made him open his eyes again, and he locked his gaze with that of Elrohir, who had stepped closer as well and was now raising his hand to run his fingers through the Lórien elf's silvery mane.

Finally, Elladan started to speak, thus claiming Haldir's attention once again. "I believe I speak for my brother as well as myself when I say that today had been truly delightful, and from the way you reacted earlier it might be save to assume that you enjoyed this day as well." Haldir could not contain the mirth that these solemnly spoken words caused, and he shared a wicked grin with the brothers, relieved that the tension, which had settled over them, had finally been broken.

"So," Elrohir now added in a more cheerful voice, "I presume the only matter that really needs to be discussed is if you want to let what happened earlier be a one-time experience, or if you want to continue and maybe even ... deepen our ... relationship." As he said that, Elrohir proceeded to run his fingers through Haldir's luxurious mane affectionately before stroking his fingers gently down the side of the beautiful face, along his throat to finally let it come to rest on Haldir's chest.

Haldir's heart had started beating wildly as he listened to Elrohir's words and felt his soft touch upon him. Never before had anyone touched him in the way the twins had done, and the new and strange, yet incredibly delightful sensations were mostly new to him. He wanted to continue feeling this way, and he wanted to explore these new sensations with the two elves before him. Who, despite their very well developed mischievous nature, appeared to hold true affection for him.

And, considering their skilful display earlier this day, they had quite a bit of experience when it came to the pleasures of the body, and he would be more than happy to learn what he could from them. Having reached his decision, he gazed at the brothers once again and grabbed both their right hands, bringing them to his heart. That gesture brought delighted smiles to their faces, and Haldir found himself relaxing once more.

Just then he remembered that they had been standing in front of his room for a while now, and he also recalled the source of his earlier nervousness. Opening the door and taking a step inside the room, he turned back and looked enquiringly at the twins.

Understanding what Haldir was asking, Elladan stepped up to the Lórien elf once again, and, running a hand gently down his arm and twining their fingers together, spoke softly. "I know what you want to ask, and we would both love to spend the night with you ... but let us not hasten things. We still have much time, and we will spend many more nights together."

At that, Elrohir joined in, "Have a pleasant night, Haldir of Lórien, we will meet you tomorrow at breakfast." Then both twins gave Haldir a quick kiss on the lips before heading down the corridor towards their own chambers. Haldir remained standing in the doorway a moment longer, his gaze lingering on the two retreating figures, before he closed the door and started to prepare for the night.

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Late afternoon the following day found the three elves walking back towards the Last Homely House, having just spent several hours on the training grounds honing their skills with bow and blade. It had been quite a challenging exercise, as well as surprising - especially for the sons of Elrond.

With Haldir still being quite young in elven years, Elladan and Elrohir had simply assumed that he would not be as skilled as they were when it came to fighting, and therefore no real match for them, considering they already had several centuries of training ahead of him.

However, both soon regretted their error in judgement, as Haldir showed them in no uncertain terms just how well matched the three of them really were. They had been clearly surprised that one so young, who had only just finished his training, could possess such skill at fighting, and Haldir promptly used this moment of distraction to disarm both of them. Much to their embarrassment, as well as the amusement of the bystanders.

Several challenging encounters later, all three called an end to the training session. They were exhausted, but they also had had more fun than they had experienced in months. In the end it were the twins who had emerged victorious, but only just, and they now held a deep respect for the fighting skills Haldir had displayed during their session.

Now, they found themselves on the way back to the house, sweaty and tired, but with a pleasant feeling of accomplishment coursing through them. They walked in companionable silence, each one lost in his own thoughts.

The peaceful atmosphere was disturbed by a shout that came from somewhere behind them. They had not been paying attention, and therefore had not understood what the caller had said, but soon another voice arose, and another, and this time they could not miss it.

"Lord Glorfindel has returned" could be heard again and again, and it was not much longer until a rider on a huge white horse came into view. The twins had stopped at the first shout to turn around and look, while Haldir had taken a couple more steps before turning his attention to the direction the calls came from.

He had heard many tales about Glorfindel of Gondolin, famous Balrog-Slayer and Seneschal of Imladris. There were numerous accounts about his heroic deeds, and almost as many concerning his beauty. He had never before met this famous warrior, though, and he was very much looking forward to finally seeing him in person.

When the rider was at least close enough that Haldir could take a proper look at him, he found himself staring with his mouth hanging slightly open. The figure on the horse was beyond beautiful. Clad in dark brown leggings and a deep green tunic, with golden waves of hair cascading down his back to his waist like a waterfall. Eyes the colour of the cloudless sky shone out of a face that combined beauty and fierceness to perfection, thus giving him a noble appearance. The thin fabric of his clothes did nothing to conceal the powerful body and rippling muscles underneath, making him look much more muscular that what was considered normal for an elf.

But most enchanting, in Haldir's opinion, was the gentle smile that played around Glorfindel's lips as he greeted the people that had walked up to his horse to welcome him. As Glorfindel passed him, Haldir slowly resumed walking, oblivious to anything around him, his eyes never leaving the figure that slowly rode towards the Last Homely House.

He thought he heard a chocked sound behind him, but he ignored it, so entranced was he by the sight before him. Therefore he did not see Elladan struggling against his brother, who had his hand clasped over his twin's mouth, mirth dancing in his eyes. Haldir walked after horse and rider, his eyes glued to Glorfindel as he slowly rode by, calling out greetings in a velvety baritone that sent a shiver through Haldir's body.

Finally, Glorfindel sped up his horse, intent on reaching his destination. Haldir's steps sped up as well, wanting to follow this heavenly creature, unable to tear away his gaze. He never saw the tree that had chosen exactly this moment to plant itself directly in his path.

Haldir felt the pain hit him as his face, or rather his nose, connected forcefully with the trunk of the tree. His hand flew to his bleeding nose, while his free arm started waving around wildly as he lost his balance because of the impact, finally landing on his behind with a loud thud.

With his nose bleeding, his backside hurting and his pride in shreds, he sat there for a few moments, trying to process what had just happened. That was when he heard another chocked noise from behind him, and, turning around, came face to face with Elladan and Elrohir.

The twins were leaning against each other, trying desperately to stay upright while tears of laughter streamed down their faces. Both of them were gasping for breath while their mirth almost caused them to double over. It was not very difficult to guess who they were laughing at.

Haldir scowled at them as he struggled into a standing position, his hand still held over his nose. Elladan was the first one to regain his breath, and he let go of his brother, who continued to wheeze. "I am sorry, my friend. I saw the way you were heading, and how entranced you appeared by our dear Glorfindel, but my brother clapped his hand over my mouth so I would not warn you. I apologize."  At that, another bout of laughter could be heard from Elrohir, who was slowly walking towards the offending tree, only to break into hysterics once more. At the questioning look from his brother, and a dark one from Haldir, he pointed at the tree, and replied in a choked voice, " Elladan, look. There is a dent in the tree. Haldir damaged our poor tree." With that, Elrohir leaned heavily against the tree as another laughing fit took hold of him, sending tears streaming down his face.

Growling, Haldir looked towards Elladan, only to find him holding his sides, silent tears coursing down his cheeks as he tried desperately not to laugh, an apologetic expression in his eyes.

Fuming, Haldir turned around and strode towards the house, leaving the laughing twins behind. First he would have to do something about his hurting nose, and then he would figure out a way to get back at the brothers.

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To be continued...

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