Disclaimer: Not mine, for those whoa re stupid enough not to know. And I am not claiming them to be mine. I only own the story, and the characters you don't know.
A/N: I have an OC. Except he's evil. And he is only here for the purpose of annoying Glory. Bwahaha!!!
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The swirl of memories faded and the eldar came back to the present.
Glorfindel smiled at the memory. Lord Elrond, Erestor and the twins still teased him to this day. He had to admit, it was extremely amusing to be caught in that situation. That day, he became sure that his feelings for Haldir were as he feared they were. Love. He did not want to admit it then. But he knew now that he had loved Haldir for a long time, almost from the very beginning.
Twelve years had he denied the feelings, because it had only been that long that he had known of them, realized them. Over the years, he had found it increasingly difficult to do so. Everytime they came together after long months apart, his heart would thunder in his chest and call for Haldir. He found excuses for them, no matter how feeble, because he couldn't…wouldn't admit his feelings. He would insist his heart still belonged to Ecthelion. Wasn't that what he was doing only a few hours ago? He had been so intent on convincing himself that he could not possibly be in love with the March Warden that he did not realize he already was. He had fallen long before he had tried to deny the feelings. Perhaps if he had caught himself in time before he gave away his heart, he would have been able to prevent that from happening. The Valar knew how hard he had tried to protect himself from such feelings. He guarded his heart fiercely. Unfortunately, the young elf in his arms had somehow found a way through his defenses, and he was lost.
Glorfindel inhaled briefly. When had he fallen in love with the March Warden?
It was when he claimed Haldir his. He remembered now. Then, he did not seek the reasons for his actions. It was so long ago, yet he could recall every event.
Meanwhile, Haldir waited for Glorfindel to continue what he was about to say. He continued to rest his head on the eldar's chest. He listened to his lover's heartbeat. He was slightly nervous. What did Glorfindel want to tell him?
In his fantasies, the answer was simple. Glorfindel would confess his love and they would be happy forever. But that was only in his dreams.
His hope was futile, yet he continued to hope. People would probably wonder why if they knew the situation. Haldir even asked himself that, too. Why did he continue to stay with Glorfindel?.
/Because I am his./
Glorfindel had claimed him, and he had never wanted to belong to anyone else. He could still remember when the eldar said it.
'He is mine.'
It had been said with such conviction, Haldir knew it could only be the truth.
/I am yours./
It was because of that year. Haldir smiled ruefully. Reality faded and the past came to life…
It was Haldir's first visit to Rivendell and he did not know what to expect. The events of that visit were not really enough to prove that Glorfindel could love him. But it was enough for his stubborn heart.
They had been together a little over a year. Glorfindel was satisfied with their arrangement, and so was Haldir. That was what the eldar thought. He did not know that the younger elf yearned for more, because the March Warden never said anything. How could he? He did not feel he had the right to be loved by someone like the eldar. Oh he wanted the older elf to love him, wished for it more than anything, but he did not think he was worthy of such a love. He was but a mere March Warden. Whereas, Glorfindel was…well, Glorfindel. Beautiful, a renowned warrior in both his lives, and deeply revered by many elves.
The eldar could have anyone he wanted. He only had to crook a finger and elves would come running to do his bidding. Haldir was one of those elves. He did not want to admit it at first. But he finally faced the truth. Why else did he allow himself to be in their relationship? There was no love between them, except for his secret love for the eldar. The only thing that bound them was…lust. Haldir swallowed a bitterness that welled from within. Hard as it might be for someone in love to recognize the fact that his relationship with his beloved was based on sexual needs, the March Warden had given up trying to deny the nature of their relationship. Yet he still hoped it could grow into something more.
It was Haldir's first time to visit Imladris. He had volunteered for the assignment, eager to see his lover again after four months of being apart. A few other Lorien elves accompanied him. Though the journey was long, the mission was simple enough. Haldir only needed to deliver a message from the Lady of the Woods to her son-in-law.
The twins stood behind Glorfindel as they met the party of elves from the Golden Woods. Haldir was careful to hide his feelings when he saw his lover. No one knew of their relationship. Not the elves with him, nor the Peredhel twins. He and Glorfindel had been careful to keep their relationship secret from everyone. So far, they had succeeded.
Haldir got off his horse and gave a formal greeting to the lords and seneschal of Rivendell.
"Greetings, Haldir of Lorien. Welcome to Rivendell." Glorfindel said in a voice befitting of a seneschal. There was no hint of his hidden relationship with the March Warden.
Haldir and his companions followed the three into the Last Homely House. Though the place was beautiful, Haldir noted that it pales in comparison to the Golden Woods. Still, the place had its best features.
Lord Elrond greeted them in a large hall just inside the houses. He was accompanied by Erestor, his ever-loyal adviser.
Haldir bowed in greeting, and then handed the sealed parchment to the Lord of Imladris.
"Thank you, Haldir. You and your companions must be tired. Why don't you retire to your rooms? We will call you when dinner is ready." Lord Elrond told them.
"Thank you, my lord." Replied Haldir. They were feeling a little fatigued. The journey had been long and hard.
"Oh, Haldir. You will be staying here for a few days as guests. There had been some disturbance on the paths to Lothlorien that we have only recently discovered. I am afraid a journey at this point may be dangerous. I will inform you as soon as I receive word that it is safe. In the meantime, stay here. Rest for a few days." The oldest Peredhel added.
Haldir was more than glad to accept the invitation. He could spend more time with his lover then.
An elf maiden showed the Lorien elves to their rooms. She showed Haldir his last. The March Warden caught the look of admiration from the she-elf, and knew she was subtly flirting. At one time, he would have been interested. But now, now he only had eyes for Glorfindel.
"If you need anything, my lord, do not hesitate to call. I…will be gladly of service." The maidservant said, as she gently pressed herself against Haldir, so there was no mistaking what kind of service she was referring to.
Haldir would have stepped back, if not for the wall against his back. As of the moment, he was between a hard place and a wanton she-elf.
"Thank you. I will…er…keep that in mind." Haldir politely replied, while trying to put some distance between them, which was difficult considering the fact that the maiden moved even closer.
"I will see you around then, my lord."
Haldir sighed his relief when the maiden left. His reputation still preceded him. But he was no longer interested in such activities…except when it involved his lover.
Shaking himself, he entered his rooms, where a bath had been prepared earlier. Haldir sighed and shed his clothes. He stepped into the water and relaxed. He took his time bathing, while he imagined all the things he would like to do to the eldar when he got him alone.
Glorfindel watched as the young servant pressed herself against his lover. He stood in the hallway on the far side where he was slightly hidden from view. Looking at the scene before him, Glorfindel decided he did not like that girl. He never did. But right now, he disliked her even more. Why? She was too…friendly. He moved away and headed for his own rooms to get ready for dinner.
Two days had passed and the two lovers were unable to find time alone together. Glorfindel was busy guarding the borders. The disturbance had increased and more guards were posted to keep the Last Homely House safe.
Haldir busied himself with exploring Rivendell. It was a beautiful place. There were so many things to discover.
The March Warden sighed. He needed to get his mind off his lover. And he needed to keep away from his suitors as well. He had not been in the place long and he already had admirers coming after him. Haldir spent as much time away from the houses as he could. The elf-maiden who had showed him his rooms when he had arrived was growing more aggressive. Not to mention her friends, and the stable boy, and the head guard of the archers, and the dark-haired elf that fixed his rooms, and the four elves that brought his daily bath. The list went on and on. He had never imagined he would ever be this annoyed with all those admirers. Before he met Glorfindel, he was happy to indulge those who liked him, of course, he chose those he liked as well. But now, they were simply annoying.
He needed some peace and quiet, so he wandered the forests surrounding the houses. It was beginning to grow dark, but he had no desire to go back yet.
His thoughts again went to his lover, try as he might not to think about the eldar. It was hopeless. Love was making him crazy. And absence was making his heart grow fonder.
/Damn. Why can't you wander, heart?/ So many elves were willing to help him, and he was not interested. He would never have thought that such a day would come when he would not be interested in bedding such lovely elves. And they were attractive. Rivendell housed many of the prettiest elves he had ever seen. No wonder so many of the Galadhrim wanted to visit here ever so often.
/And they have the most beautiful of all. Glorfindel./
To Haldir, that was the truth. The eldar was the most beautiful he had ever seen, even compared to the Evenstar.
/Love makes anyone beautiful. The most beautiful./
Haldir closed his eyes and imagined being with his lover. He had done this so many times in Lothlorien.
"Greetings, March Warden."
A voice prompted him to open his eyes. The elf came closer.
"It looks like you need some company." The elf continued.
Haldir looked at the unwelcome elf, and bit back a sigh. He had been trying to escape his admirers, but this one found him.
The leader of the archers.
"Rhyden." Haldir forced himself to greet the other elf politely
"It would be inhospitable if I do not entertain you, Haldir. It would be rude, as you are the guest. Perhaps I can show you around." Rhyden smiled seductively at Haldir.
"It's really not necessary. I can find my own way." The March Warden said. He really wanted to be alone. And of everyone on Middle Earth, Rhyden was the last person he wanted to be with. The other elf was too cocky. He exuded an arrogance that surpassed even Haldir's. And Rhyden was dangerous. Haldir could sense that. It was not that he was afraid. He just wanted to be alone. He was not in the mood.
"But I insist. I would be able to show you what you…need to see. Perhaps even better than what you expected to find out about Rivendell and it's inhabitants."
There was no mistaking what Rhyden meant.
Before Haldir could argue, Rhyden had come near and pushed the Lorien elf against a tree, effectively trapping the other elf. He pushed his groin against Haldir's, his arousal unmistakably hard. Haldir's hands were held tightly in Rhyden's.
"You are very desirable, March Warden."
Haldir tried to calm his outrage. He did not want to cause a fight.
"Release me." He said in a barely restrained voice. Anger coated every word.
"But you don't really want me to. I have seen your heated looks, elf. I know you want me." Rhyden pressed closer and kissed Haldir. It was a brutal kiss, forcing Haldir's mouth open so the other elf's tongue could gain entrance.
Haldir could not believe the arrogance of the other elf. When Rhyden kissed him, his control snapped.
Rhyden underestimated Haldir's abilities. Even before he knew what was happening, the Lorien elf had him on the ground, his own knife pressed against his throat.
"I will let this pass. But if you try anything again, I will cut you open for the pig that you are." Haldir could barely contain his anger. He stood up and walked away before he would do anything he would regret.
Rhyden picked up the knife the blond elf had thrown on the ground and watched the March Warden leave.
"You will not get away next time, March Warden. I will have you."
Haldir had never been this angry in all his life. He had never met anyone who would dare do that.
/How dare he!/
He walked down the darkened hallway towards his rooms. He was not fit to socialize tonight so he had asked permission from Lord Elrond to be excused. When asked why, he told the elven lord he wanted to rest. He was thankful when the other elf did not ask anything else.
His footsteps were loud, but he was too angry to care.
Suddenly, hands grabbed him from behind and pinned him to the wall. Lips descended on his in a familiar kiss.
Glorfindel. Haldir sighed with relief, then he let himself be lost in the kiss.
The eldar dragged him to a room, never breaking the kiss. When they were inside, Glorfindel began to unlace his lover's breeches. Haldir did the same to his.
Their movements were desperate. They were in a hurry. They had been denied each other's company for so long.
"Hurry.." Haldir urged when Glorfindel freed his lips and reached into his pocket. He brought out a small vial containing some oil.
Haldir left the task of removing Glorfindel's breeches so he could get rid of his own while his lover attended to more important things. As soon as his breeches were removed, Haldir opened his legs just as Glorfindel entered him with oil-slicked fingers.
"We…we should, maybe…lie down?" the March Warden panted. They were still standing, his back against the door.
"No time." His lover replied and the eldar lifted Haldir's legs and entered him with a single thrust. Haldir wrapped his legs around the older elf's waist and his hands around the other's neck, even as he threw his head back in pleasure. Glorfindel pushed against Haldir, pinning him against the door. Then began to thrust.
Their lovemaking was fast and hard. They came together in a matter of minutes, both elves groaning aloud as they spent themselves.
"I missed you." Glorfindel whispered when he could talk again. Carefully, he set the younger elf down and eased out.
Haldir laughed.
"I know, my lord."
Only then did Glorfindel realize where they were.
"Damn!" He exclaimed.
"What is it?" Haldir inquired while Glorfindel bent to pick up Haldir's breeches, the only clothing that had actually been removed.
"This is Erestor's room. We have to get out of here before he returns."
"Oh." The two hurriedly fixed themselves.
Haldir checked the hallway for any elf before stepping outside. He and Glorfindel proceeded down the hall. When they reached the March Warden's rooms, Haldir turned, expecting his lover to go. But Glorfindel had other ideas. He pushed the doors open and shoved the March Warden inside. He checked to make sure no one saw before going inside. He missed Haldir so much, once is far from enough.
Erestor stayed in the balcony of his room a while longer before stepping inside. Of all the times he decided to skip dinner, it had to be this night.
/So Glorfindel and the March Warden are lovers./ A smile appeared on the adviser's face. Interesting. Of course, he would have preferred that Glorfindel just told him about it, instead of this.
/At least they did not do it on MY bed./
Erestor did not make a habit of being in two lover's presence when they were being intimate. But this was HIS room, and Glorfindel had gone a little too far for him to disturb by the time he had noticed their presence.
/So I was not mistaken. Glorfindel was staring at Haldir when the Lorien elves arrived./ Suddenly, Erestor began laughing. He laughed so hard he fell upon his bed. No one was ever going to believe what just happened.
/I wonder how Glorfindel will react if I told him I was here?/ He shook his head.
/Nah. I won't tell him./
Observing the two would be a lot of fun. Teasing them, too. Let them keep their secrets.
Unknown to the dark-haired elf, this would not be the last time he would ever see the seneschal and March Warden be intimate.
Glorfindel watched the young servant girl brush herself against his lover. He really did not like that girl. Not at all. He looked down at his plate of food. He had suddenly lost his appetite. When he looked up, he was slightly puzzled to see Erestor watching him with a glint in his eyes. He frowned. What did his friend know? Had Erestor noticed something? But then the adviser looked away and the moment was lost. Glorfindel continued to look at his friend, but Erestor did not act like he knew anything.
/I am being paranoid./
Haldir had never felt more uncomfortable in his life. The young elf maiden would not let him be. He had thought that she would stop in the presence of Lord Elrond, but she was good at being subtle. Unless you were in Haldir's place. She was far from subtle. He wanted the meal to end.
Glorfindel was having a very bad day. What had started out with the serving girl continued with just about everyone who got near Haldir. He was getting angrier with every elf that touched his lover so openly, when he couldn't, yet he was the only one who had the right to. Worse, Haldir did not seem to mind. Then there was the head archer of Rivendell, Rhyden. He never liked that elf. The dark-haired elf was arrogant, pompous, and thinks he could have everything he wanted. It was obvious what his target was. Glorfindel's eyes narrowed. Rhyden was a fool if he thought he could have Haldir.
"He is mine."
Glorfindel was surprised at his words. He had not even realized he had spoken aloud until he heard himself. What was wrong with him?
/I miss him too much. That's all./
But he still did not like Rhyden.
Haldir could not stand it anymore. He had decided to stay at the feast in celebration of the safe arrival of the patrolling team after having successfully driven away the orcs in the area, only so he could be with his lover. But his damn admirers are crowding him and he was not even allowed to be close to his lover because of the secrecy they were trying to keep. And Rhyden had more than once touched him in places he only wanted Glorfindel to touch. But he could not do anything without causing a scene. He did not want to start a fight. He was a guest here, and he could not go about starting feuds with the host elves, especially since this was a feast honoring them.
A demonstration of swordplay held everyone's attention. The elves watched in fascination at the two combatants engaged in a dangerous dance. Of course, it was all a performance for everyone's entertainment. Except for elves, who had other things in mind.
Like Rhyden.
He was infuriating.
Not to mention the things Rhyden was whispering. Haldir wanted to hit the other elf. But he restrained himself.
"Have you thought about my offer, March Warden?" the head archer whispered.
"I will never sleep with you!" Haldir whispered back. He was beginning to lose control. And unlike with Glorfindel, this kind would result in an elf being beaten up very, very badly.
"Do not deny yourself, Haldir. I know you want to."
"In your dreams." Haldir gritted his teeth. He tried to move away, but Rhyden held him back. Haldir could not get away without drawing too much attention.
"Do you want to know what I want to do?" Rhyden had moved behind him, the elf's arms around his waist. They were partially hidden from view by a large tree.
"I will take you in my mouth, and hear you moan my name. I will make you come, then drink all of you as you spend yourself in my mouth."
Haldir tried to twist away. There was only so much he could take.
"Then I will spread your legs, and bury myself in you. You would surround me, March Warden." Rhyden tightened his hold on Haldir.
"You would be tight, wouldn't you? So very tight."
Haldir felt Rhyden's arousal pressed against his back. It was too much. He was not going to take this from a mere archer. He would not take this from anyone. He made a decision. He did not care if he started a fight.
Haldir threw his head back hard, the back of his skull connecting with Rhyden's nose.
The pain was enough to make the other elf reel backward. His hold on Haldir loosened.
The March Warden turned to face the other elf, who was holding his aching nose.
"You go too far, elf." He slowly advanced, intent on doing serious bodily harm, when cheers brought him back to reality.
The performance had ended, and the elves that were watching applauded.
Haldir looked back at Rhyden.
"You stay away from me."
Haldir walked away.
Glorfindel hated Rhyden.
If he had not been in the front row seated with Lord Elrond and the Imladris high elves, he would have gone and beaten the other elf the moment he dared put his arm around Haldir. Rage coursed through him, especially when Haldir allowed it.
/Why isn't he moving away?/
He wanted Haldir to move away.
But his lover didn't.
Glorfindel clenched his fists and looked away.
When he looked again, Haldir and Rhyden were nowhere to be seen. Anger like no other filled the seneschal.
/How dare they!/
He excused himself and went to find his lover.
/Or Rhyden's lover./
/Who else am I sharing you with, March Warden? The serving girl? That idiot elf boy?/
Glorfindel's face was dark with resentment.
He found the two elves wrestling in a small clearing away from the festivities. His eyes darkened, and fury flamed in his eyes.
Haldir paced the gardens far away from the feast, trying to calm himself. Damn Rhyden! He was ruining everything. He cursed the other elf.
"You could have found a less painful message to get me alone."
Haldir could not believe it! What was wrong with this elf? What part of 'Keep away from me' did he not understand?
"So, you like it rough? I do, too." Rhyden moved forward, smiling. "You will not catch me off guard again."
Haldir stared at the other elf. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"What is wrong with you?! I DO NOT WANT YOU!!!" He shouted. Maybe the other elf was deaf.
"Come now, March Warden. I know you do. You should really stop denying yourself." Elves like Rhyden could not understand that some elves REALLY did not want them. It was their arrogance.
Haldir counted up to ten to calm himself.
Rhyden lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. They rolled on the grass. They ended up with the dark-haired elf on top, his legs trapping Haldir's and his hands securing Haldir's wrists, holding them on either side of the March Warden's head.
"Ah, I get to be on top this time, March Warden!" Rhyden beamed triumphantly at Haldir's outraged expression.
Glorfindel saw them stop rolling, Rhyden atop Haldir.
/Damn you! He is mine./
The eldar saw the dark-haired elf kiss Haldir. His control snapped and he strode forward, ready to kill Rhyden. He had never been this angry in his life.
But before he could reach the two, Rhyden let out a scream of pain.
Haldir bit the other's lips hard, enough to make it bleed. Rhyden stopped kissing him and pulled away. The pain caused Rhyden's hold on his wrists to lighten and he struggled free. As soon as he had his right hand out of the other's grip, he drew back and hit Rhyden full in the face. The force sent the other elf sprawling to the ground beside them, off the March Warden. Haldir scrambled to stand. He grabbed Rhyden by the collar pulling him upright, and hit him again. The Rivendell elf fell back.
"You pompous, damn….You…I told you to stay away from me!" Haldir was blinded with fury.
Rhyden struggled to his feet. Haldir punched him again, but this time the other elf did not fall.
"So you want to play, huh?" The poor excuse of an elf jeered. He lunged forward and brought Haldir to the ground. He was about to hit Haldir when strong arms pulled him off the March Warden. He was slammed none too gently against a tree.
"I don't think he wants to play." Glorfindel's deadly tone froze the Rivendell elf.
"My lord?" Rhyden said in a croaked voice.
"My lord, we were just…having a little fun, my lord." Rhyden felt fear at seeing the cold fury in the seneschal's eyes.
Haldir stared at his lover pinning Rhyden to a tree. Where had the eldar come from? How long had he been there?
"…having a little fun, my lord." The March Warden heard Rhyden say. He was about to protest when Glorfindel's fist connected with the dark-haired elf's face.
"You dare lie to me, soldier?" the eldar said in the same deathly cold voice.
"No,…my lord. We are lovers, my lord. We were just playing."
Glorfindel hit Rhyden again.
"I do not believe you." He told the other elf. Glorfindel glanced at Haldir with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
"He would deny it, of course, my lord. It is supposed to be a secret."
"That's not true!" Haldir shouted. He would have said more but Glorfindel's next question froze all his words.
"How long have you been together?"
Rhyden looked at Haldir. "A few months, my lord. We met when I went to Lothlorien three months ago."
Haldir stared at Glorfindel's back. The eldar believed Rhyden. He believed him! The March Warden did not know what to do. If Glorfindel believed Rhyden's lies, the eldar would leave him. He had promised to only have the older elf as lover, and this would seem like he broke it.
"That's…that's not true." Haldir said desperately. He would kill Rhyden if he lost Glorfindel because of this. He would. "Glor.., my lord… please…do not believe him."
"He insisted we keep it a secret, my lord. I think he is shy." Rhyden continued, encouraged by Glorfindel's question. He may still be able to escape punishment just yet. He knew the seneschal was merciless when it came to disciplining elves, and he did not want to suffer through that. Being caught possibly mauling a guest elf would cause the seneschal to punish the dark-haired elf severely. So he lied to get out. If he could get Glorfindel to believe he and the Lorien elf were lovers, then Rhyden's claim of just playing would hold up. Then he would not be punished. He had heard of horror stories of elves the seneschal had punished. Rhyden did not want to find out if the stories were accurate.
"I see." Glorfindel said, his grip on the dark-haired elf still tight.
Haldir felt his heart break at his lover's words.
"Well, Rhyden, that's all well and good. I am sorry if I interrupted your…playing." The eldar continued.
Haldir closed his eyes as tears gathered. He was going to lose him.
"But you see, there is one problem."
Rhyden and Haldir looked at Glorfindel, confused.
"My lord?" Rhyden asked.
Glorfindel lifted the dark-haired elf by the collar and slammed him into the tree.
"Haldir is MINE. And I do not like to share."
Rhyden stared at Haldir in disbelief, his eyes widening as he finally realized the seneschal's meaning.
"Yes, Rhyden. Haldir is MY lover. So unless you want to see your hands cut off, keep it OFF him. And all other parts of your body you do not want detached!" Glorfindel let go and Rhyden slid to the ground.
"If I ever see you anywhere near him again, soldier, you will face my wrath. He is mine, and mine alone. Do you understand, soldier?"
Rhyden nodded, his eyes still on the March Warden.
The eldar then turned and grabbed his astounded lover's wrist and pulled him away from the clearing.
Haldir stayed quiet as Glorfindel dragged him farther away from the festivities, from the clearing, from everyone. He was not sure what just happened. He did not know what the eldar was thinking.
They stopped by the river, well away from everyone. Glorfindel turned to face his lover. Haldir stood there, unsure. Tears still shimmered in his eyes.
The eldar sighed.
"Are you hurt?"
Haldir blinked. He was not expecting that.
"N..no. Glorfindel, Rhyden is…he is not my lover."
Glorfindel gathered the younger elf in his arms.
"I…I know that we have been apart for a long time. And I know that you are young and a lot of elves like you. I have heard of your reputation, Haldir. I do not blame you for taking a lover. It's just…I thought you were satisfied with that we have."
Haldir pulled back to look into his lover's eyes.
"I am, Glorfindel. I am. Rhyden isn't my lover. He ISN'T!"
"I would understand if he was. I cannot hold you…"
"Glorfindel, he is NOT!"
The eldar stared at the March Warden and realized he was telling the truth, and not denying something he supposedly wanted to keep secret. Relief coursed through the eldar's veins and he rested his forehead on Haldir's. He would have let Haldir keep his lover, if he had one. Glorfindel did not want to find the reason why he would do that. Yet he would have tried to convince the younger elf he didn't need any.
"You really believed he was?" Haldir asked in disbelief.
"You are young, Haldir. I cannot expect you to be satisfied with me, especially when we are always apart…" For some reason it pained him to say those words. Glorfindel did not want them to be true.
Haldir cupped his lover's cheek and looked deeply into his eyes.
"I AM satisfied, Glorfindel. I promised you that you would be my only lover. I meant it."
The eldar smiled.
"As I meant mine." He said before leaning forward to kiss Haldir.
Warmth swept through the seneschal, knowing that he shared his lover with no one else. The eldar deepened the kiss and pushed Haldir until they were lying down the riverbank, the eldar on top of the younger elf, settling between the Galadhrim's parted legs.
"Are you comfortable? The stones…" Glorfindel worried that the small pebbles may be painful for his lover. He should have brought them back to his room, but the sudden need to make love to the younger elf removed all rational thought from his mind.
"It's fine." Haldir reached for his lover and pulled him for a deep kiss. But the eldar pulled back.
"We could go to my room." The eldar panted.
"It's too far." Haldir reached for Glorfindel again.
"But…"
"Glorfindel, my back is fine. If, however, we do not make love as soon as possible, I will not be. So stop talking and…"
Haldir was unable to finish the sentence as Glorfindel kissed him and proceeded to get them naked. The March Warden sighed his relief, and melted against the eldar.
Their lovemaking was slow and languid, very much unlike their previous one. They took the time to explore each other thoroughly. It heightened their pleasure when they finally allowed themselves to reach completion.
As they lay entwined after their passionate interlude, Haldir looked up at the stars in the sky.
'He is mine.'
Haldir replayed Glorfindel's words over and over. He liked the sound of that.
"I am yours." He whispered to the slumbering eldar.
He leaned over and gave Glorfindel a gentle kiss, careful not to wake the eldar.
"Will you ever be mine?"
TBC
A/N: The next chapter changes everything. Thanks for those who reviewed!!!