Author's Notes-
This is the third part, a continuation from my first chapter. Now we'll go
back to Helm's Deep and see what those naughty men have been up to. ;)
"Everything alright here?" The younger Elf asked, wondering exactly what the two men had done to occupy themselves.
"Legolas." Haldir nodded to his younger charge. "I trust everything is okay on the battle front?"
"If you mean, are many people dead, then no. Our army – although small – has enough power to kill ten thousand more Orcs." Legolas' chest vibrated with the pounding of his heart... the trumpet felt sticky against his damp hand.
Gimli's eyes widened in appreciation when he saw what the young Elf was carrying, and suddenly the air seemed too thick to breathe. He needed it, he needed the trumpet in his nether regions... pumped by the strong youthful hand of Legolas.
"Not that I don't mind the battle talk, but can we get down to what we're supposed to be doing?" Gimli erupted suddenly, thoughts no longer enough to sooth his pounding staff. Captain Winky strained against his tough leather trousers, visible even in the darkness provided by the shadow of Helm's Deep.
"Of course, Gimli. I wasn't thinking." Legolas replied, amused by the Dwarf's urgent rubbing of his chief against his axe.
Fed up with the all talk, no action, Haldir stepped forward and embraced his younger charge. His arms encircled Legolas, grabbing the trumpet from behind his back.
"Legolas, do you trust me?"
"Of course, Haldir. I would die for you, and you for me. Such is the sacred bond between us."
"Then I must ask this of you. Bend over, boy, and remove your trousers."
As Legolas did as he was asked, Haldir's and Gimli's eyes devoured the sight of the firm buttocks glistening in the moonlight. Between the two cheeks, Legolas' juicy sausage was clearly visible, and dripping with the man's need.
Haldir stepped forward, brandishing his weapon, and softy yet firmly inserted it up Legolas' love canal. It took a mere second before Legolas moved with the motion, picking up speed until he could take no more and his love-pumper erupted with creamy goodness. It looked like a mini firework in the sky, and the other men sighed with adoration.
Gimli stepped up, his need even more after Legolas' little display. As he opened his mouth to speak, Haldir pinched his neck, and the Dwarf was unconscious.
Legolas turned a questioning expression to Haldir, and the older Elf felt the need to answer.
"I know we decided many years ago to remain only friends." Haldir looked into Legolas' eyes, "But my feelings for you are too strong. You make me weak with need, and so excited all at once."
Legolas stiffened, his eyes widening. The news obviously shocking him, but in a most pleasant way.
"What are you saying, Haldir? That you want us to be together?" The younger Elf asked, feeling the flutters of attraction begin within his manly bosom.
"I don't know what I'm saying, young sir. You inspire something inside of me. Why do you think the Elves came here today, to help with this war? Because I asked them to – for you."
Legolas felt his heart soar, but something lower soared as well.
"Haldir, I cannot be with you in the way you desire. But I can spend this one night with you – worshipping your body and licking your generously sized sausage. What do you say?" Legolas pursed his lips, and it was all Haldir could do to stop himself from claiming those lips with his own.
"I say yes." And the two men closed the small distance separating them, making the surrounding air thick with desire and the smell of sweat.
As the two men whispered promises of chocolate sauce and kisses of Stella Artois (A/N – the best lager ever brewed) neither one noticed the Dwarf wake from his unconscious state and scurry down the valley, into the terror beyond.
-Please review!
"Everything alright here?" The younger Elf asked, wondering exactly what the two men had done to occupy themselves.
"Legolas." Haldir nodded to his younger charge. "I trust everything is okay on the battle front?"
"If you mean, are many people dead, then no. Our army – although small – has enough power to kill ten thousand more Orcs." Legolas' chest vibrated with the pounding of his heart... the trumpet felt sticky against his damp hand.
Gimli's eyes widened in appreciation when he saw what the young Elf was carrying, and suddenly the air seemed too thick to breathe. He needed it, he needed the trumpet in his nether regions... pumped by the strong youthful hand of Legolas.
"Not that I don't mind the battle talk, but can we get down to what we're supposed to be doing?" Gimli erupted suddenly, thoughts no longer enough to sooth his pounding staff. Captain Winky strained against his tough leather trousers, visible even in the darkness provided by the shadow of Helm's Deep.
"Of course, Gimli. I wasn't thinking." Legolas replied, amused by the Dwarf's urgent rubbing of his chief against his axe.
Fed up with the all talk, no action, Haldir stepped forward and embraced his younger charge. His arms encircled Legolas, grabbing the trumpet from behind his back.
"Legolas, do you trust me?"
"Of course, Haldir. I would die for you, and you for me. Such is the sacred bond between us."
"Then I must ask this of you. Bend over, boy, and remove your trousers."
As Legolas did as he was asked, Haldir's and Gimli's eyes devoured the sight of the firm buttocks glistening in the moonlight. Between the two cheeks, Legolas' juicy sausage was clearly visible, and dripping with the man's need.
Haldir stepped forward, brandishing his weapon, and softy yet firmly inserted it up Legolas' love canal. It took a mere second before Legolas moved with the motion, picking up speed until he could take no more and his love-pumper erupted with creamy goodness. It looked like a mini firework in the sky, and the other men sighed with adoration.
Gimli stepped up, his need even more after Legolas' little display. As he opened his mouth to speak, Haldir pinched his neck, and the Dwarf was unconscious.
Legolas turned a questioning expression to Haldir, and the older Elf felt the need to answer.
"I know we decided many years ago to remain only friends." Haldir looked into Legolas' eyes, "But my feelings for you are too strong. You make me weak with need, and so excited all at once."
Legolas stiffened, his eyes widening. The news obviously shocking him, but in a most pleasant way.
"What are you saying, Haldir? That you want us to be together?" The younger Elf asked, feeling the flutters of attraction begin within his manly bosom.
"I don't know what I'm saying, young sir. You inspire something inside of me. Why do you think the Elves came here today, to help with this war? Because I asked them to – for you."
Legolas felt his heart soar, but something lower soared as well.
"Haldir, I cannot be with you in the way you desire. But I can spend this one night with you – worshipping your body and licking your generously sized sausage. What do you say?" Legolas pursed his lips, and it was all Haldir could do to stop himself from claiming those lips with his own.
"I say yes." And the two men closed the small distance separating them, making the surrounding air thick with desire and the smell of sweat.
As the two men whispered promises of chocolate sauce and kisses of Stella Artois (A/N – the best lager ever brewed) neither one noticed the Dwarf wake from his unconscious state and scurry down the valley, into the terror beyond.
-Please review!
