Late Night Love: Jealous Hearts
Author: Stephie P. a.k.a thesilentsenshi/kirameki
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Pairings: Legolas/Erestor, Haldir/Legolas, Haldir/Erestor Rating: R (Originally NC-17)
Summary: Legolas' past lover visits Imladris and wants to renew their affair. When he discover's Legolas' relationship with Erestor he is far from happy. How far will one go in the name of Jealousy. And, more importantly, will he succeed? Legolas/Erestor Haldir/Legolas Haldir/Erestor. 4th in the Late Night Love Series.
Disclaimer: The lovely elves don't belong to me, though I wish they did.
Warnings: None really. Unless you consider slash bad... Oh and it gives away stuff from the previous stories in the series.
Notes: Part 3. A little look into Haldir's thoughts, Legolas embarrassing Erestor (in the good way snickers), some fun, followed by some angst. --------------------
Part III. Jealousy Stirs
Haldir paced aimlessly around the chamber he had been given. He was fuming. He didn't know how that advisor of Elrond's had happened to get his hands on that blue stone, but he was NOT happy about it. Oh yes, he knew of it. He had seen it's brother often enough around Legolas' neck. The prince never took it off, even when he had been in the arms of his many lovers.
Haldir told himself it could be a coincidence. A similar shape made by the same hands. But he knew the truth deep down. And it hurt.
He told himself that Legolas had never made a commitment to him, but that didn't stop the stab of sadness and betrayal he felt deep in his own wounded heart. He knew Legolas was promiscuous, and that he wasn't the only Galadhrim to have known his charms, but deep down he could deal with that. So long as Legolas' heart was free he had a chance. There had been hope that someday the prince may return his feelings.
Haldir came up short. It was almost painfully obvious to him that Legolas had given Elrond's advisor the pendant, but there was no proof that there was more behind it than friendship. Legolas had given many gifts to his own brother over the years. Perhaps this was a misunderstanding?
Yes, that's what it was, Haldir told himself desperately. He /had/ to believe it. Determined, he decided he would find out that evening. He would seek Legolas out in his chambers. He would demand an answer. And, if the prince had company, well he would deal with that later.
With that decided, he dressed for dinner and made his way to Lord Elrond's dining halls. He glanced around. Several people had already seated themselves and it seemed he was the last to arrive. He looked up at the main table, his eyes automatically seeking out the blonde prince.
Lord Elrond sat at the head of his table. On his one side sat Glorfindel, Erestor, Lindir, and several others of his court. On his other side sat his twin sons, Legolas, and Rumil, who was afforded a seat due to his close friendship with the twins and prince rather than his station in society. Haldir felt a burning jealousy for his brother, though he knew it was largely unfounded. His brother and the prince were only friends, but the fact that Rumil was able to so often be in the prince's company and that he was currently sitting beside him soured Haldir's mood a little.
Haldir was sitting at another table entirely, at the head of the table assigned to the 'Lorien elves during their stay. His station as Marchwarden and representative of his Lord and Lady designated this honor, yet Haldir found himself wishing he was at the Head table where Legolas sat. He was near, but not nearly near enough.
His longing gaze did not go unnoticed. His brother looked back at him sadly.
Haldir turned his burning gaze to Elrond's advisor. The pendant was nowhere in site, but Haldir knew it was tucked inside the advisor's robe, probably close to his heart. And this fire sent even stronger sparks of jealousy through his veins.
Legolas was talking animatedly with the advisor, wheedling him into the conversation he had started with the twins and Rumil. Erestor was obviously a bit flustered getting so much attention from the much younger elves, but smiled contentedly as he listened to the prince regale them with tales of daring he'd done in Mirkwood, battling against hordes of orcs and spiders. Though the stories were obviously glossed over, it was entertaining nonetheless. Despite the fact that it proved to all just how desperate Mirkwood's fight against the darkness had escalated to.
Erestor was listening to another tale, adding comments here and there, when he suddenly felt an intense gaze upon him. He looked around the halls wondering at its source, before alighting on Haldir, Rumil's older brother. Erestor frowned unnerved by the threatening glare. He didn't know what the Marchwarden's problem with him was, he had never done the elf any wrong that he could recall.
Erestor shook off the eerie feeling and turned his attention back to the prince. His prince. Erestor smiled at the thought. He would never let Legolas go, no matter what they had to face later on. He knew it would not be easy. Thranduil himself would probably pose the biggest obstacle. But Erestor would do anything to keep Legolas by his side. Even face the strict Sindarin King.
The advisor gave a start as he felt a hand gently caressing his thigh beneath the table, and stared wide eyed at a smirking Legolas. He groaned as the talented hand moved up. The twins, reading their friend well snickered at the advisor's reactions. Erestor's face turned scarlet as he tried to ignore the hand that was tenderly caressing him. Eru, if Legolas kept this up he would surely humiliate himself before everyone in the Hall.
Legolas noted, and unashamedly ignored, the advisor's discomfort, moving up to caress the growing bulge in Erestor's robes, as though to comfort his lover. Even though he knew it would most likely do the complete opposite.
Erestor gasped aloud at the unexpected touch. Glorfindel and Elrond turned at him worriedly, and in a shot the hand was gone. Erestor sighed in relief, though he knew true relief wouldn't come until that evening.
"Are you all right Erestor, you look a little flushed. You're not sick are you?" Elrond asked worriedly.
Erestor's face turned an even brighter red as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing quickly at Legolas. "Nay, my Lord, I am fine. Perhaps a little tired, but nothing some rest won't cure."
Legolas felt the familiar brush of his friend's thoughts in his mind.
'Oh, you are wicked, 'Las. That was so bad of you! Poor Erestor. You're going to kill him one of these days if you keep doing stunts like that!' Elladan predicted, though Legolas could hear the snicker in his mind.
'Aye, and I highly doubt it's rest our trusty advisor needs at the moment.' Elrohir proclaimed in much amusement. Rumil stared at his friends, knowing Legolas was battling to hold his mirth inside, and rightly assuming the twins were behind it.
Legolas had a difficult time keeping his face straight as he listened to the twins taunts. There was no way for him to respond to them, and he knew if he opened his mouth all that would come out was laughter. So, in response he just stared at them, his eyes dancing mischievously.
He turned his attention to a still blushing Erestor and sent him a suggestive smile promising much more was in store for him, which did nothing to ease Erestor's situation any. 'Eyes and lips like that should be outlawed,' he thought faintly. His thoughts were running fairly close to that of the twins, probably a first time ever. Erestor didn't know how to act when his lover did impulsive things like that, being much more reserved himself, it was a foreign notion to him. Not that he would have changed Legolas in any way. There was one thing that was a certainty. He would never get bored around the young prince of Mirkwood. Not unless the wicked elf killed him with pleasure first. And what a nice way to die, Erestor thought. It was a good thing elves were immortal or else Erestor may have had real cause to worry.
The rest of the dinner went fairly without incident, for which Erestor was quite glad, and after much wine and entertainment had been called for and passed around, the guests began to depart to their chambers.
Haldir returned to his rooms briefly to go over his plan for this evening. He would wait for another hour before going in search of the prince. Just as he was about to leave, however, he heard a light knock on his door. Opening it hopefully, wishing it were the prince, he was disappointed to see that it was his brother Rumil, instead.
Rumil watched his brother with guarded eyes, noting Haldir looked like he was about to leave. "Where are you going?" he asked apprehensively.
Haldir halted, hesitating. "Just out for a walk." He said quickly.
Rumil gave him a sad smile. "Don't go."
Haldir stiffened. "Why not?"
"He won't be there. Don't bring more hurt upon yourself, dear brother. Please, for both your sakes, forget him." Rumil implored.
"You don't understand, Rumil." Haldir said angrily.
"Oh? Don't I?" Rumil replied heatedly. "I know what I've seen, the hurt you've felt these past several years. Please, brother. He's happy now. Don't interfere. You will only cause more pain in the end."
Haldir glared at his brother. "You think you know what it's like, brother? To see the one you love sleep around with half the elves in your own patrol. To watch from afar, to be one out of a hundred others to him, knowing all along your love is one-sided! You have no idea how I feel little brother. And I hope you never do." Haldir said the last so softly Rumil almost missed it.
"Haldir..." Rumil implored one final time, "Please. Don't do this."
"I must," Haldir replied firmly, a fire in his eyes Rumil had never seen before.
Rumil stared at his brother's retreating form sadly. "Oh, brother. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into..." he said quietly, though his words were lost in the now empty bedchamber.
t.b.c...
Notes: I just couldn't help but put in that scene at the dinner table. Heehee. I have no clue where it came from, just sort of popped in my head as I was typing the chapter up. Poor Erestor. I'm so bad to him. I'll make it up to him later. Or, the prince will make it up to him (I think he'd like that more). Probably next chapter. )
I am actually really happy with how this chapter turned out in the end. You really find out a lot about Haldir's feelings, especially in the conversation with Rumil. Kinda making me feel sorry for him... vv;
Oh, and still looking for names for Legolas brothers, ideas anyone?
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Wow, lookie, a nice sized chapter from me for once. XD Miracles can happen. Maybe I'll make it to the 6 page mark next time! wishful thinking
Author: Stephie P. a.k.a thesilentsenshi/kirameki
Contact: Look at profile. )
Pairings: Legolas/Erestor, Haldir/Legolas, Haldir/Erestor Rating: R (Originally NC-17)
Summary: Legolas' past lover visits Imladris and wants to renew their affair. When he discover's Legolas' relationship with Erestor he is far from happy. How far will one go in the name of Jealousy. And, more importantly, will he succeed? Legolas/Erestor Haldir/Legolas Haldir/Erestor. 4th in the Late Night Love Series.
Disclaimer: The lovely elves don't belong to me, though I wish they did.
Warnings: None really. Unless you consider slash bad... Oh and it gives away stuff from the previous stories in the series.
Notes: Part 3. A little look into Haldir's thoughts, Legolas embarrassing Erestor (in the good way snickers), some fun, followed by some angst. --------------------
Part III. Jealousy Stirs
Haldir paced aimlessly around the chamber he had been given. He was fuming. He didn't know how that advisor of Elrond's had happened to get his hands on that blue stone, but he was NOT happy about it. Oh yes, he knew of it. He had seen it's brother often enough around Legolas' neck. The prince never took it off, even when he had been in the arms of his many lovers.
Haldir told himself it could be a coincidence. A similar shape made by the same hands. But he knew the truth deep down. And it hurt.
He told himself that Legolas had never made a commitment to him, but that didn't stop the stab of sadness and betrayal he felt deep in his own wounded heart. He knew Legolas was promiscuous, and that he wasn't the only Galadhrim to have known his charms, but deep down he could deal with that. So long as Legolas' heart was free he had a chance. There had been hope that someday the prince may return his feelings.
Haldir came up short. It was almost painfully obvious to him that Legolas had given Elrond's advisor the pendant, but there was no proof that there was more behind it than friendship. Legolas had given many gifts to his own brother over the years. Perhaps this was a misunderstanding?
Yes, that's what it was, Haldir told himself desperately. He /had/ to believe it. Determined, he decided he would find out that evening. He would seek Legolas out in his chambers. He would demand an answer. And, if the prince had company, well he would deal with that later.
With that decided, he dressed for dinner and made his way to Lord Elrond's dining halls. He glanced around. Several people had already seated themselves and it seemed he was the last to arrive. He looked up at the main table, his eyes automatically seeking out the blonde prince.
Lord Elrond sat at the head of his table. On his one side sat Glorfindel, Erestor, Lindir, and several others of his court. On his other side sat his twin sons, Legolas, and Rumil, who was afforded a seat due to his close friendship with the twins and prince rather than his station in society. Haldir felt a burning jealousy for his brother, though he knew it was largely unfounded. His brother and the prince were only friends, but the fact that Rumil was able to so often be in the prince's company and that he was currently sitting beside him soured Haldir's mood a little.
Haldir was sitting at another table entirely, at the head of the table assigned to the 'Lorien elves during their stay. His station as Marchwarden and representative of his Lord and Lady designated this honor, yet Haldir found himself wishing he was at the Head table where Legolas sat. He was near, but not nearly near enough.
His longing gaze did not go unnoticed. His brother looked back at him sadly.
Haldir turned his burning gaze to Elrond's advisor. The pendant was nowhere in site, but Haldir knew it was tucked inside the advisor's robe, probably close to his heart. And this fire sent even stronger sparks of jealousy through his veins.
Legolas was talking animatedly with the advisor, wheedling him into the conversation he had started with the twins and Rumil. Erestor was obviously a bit flustered getting so much attention from the much younger elves, but smiled contentedly as he listened to the prince regale them with tales of daring he'd done in Mirkwood, battling against hordes of orcs and spiders. Though the stories were obviously glossed over, it was entertaining nonetheless. Despite the fact that it proved to all just how desperate Mirkwood's fight against the darkness had escalated to.
Erestor was listening to another tale, adding comments here and there, when he suddenly felt an intense gaze upon him. He looked around the halls wondering at its source, before alighting on Haldir, Rumil's older brother. Erestor frowned unnerved by the threatening glare. He didn't know what the Marchwarden's problem with him was, he had never done the elf any wrong that he could recall.
Erestor shook off the eerie feeling and turned his attention back to the prince. His prince. Erestor smiled at the thought. He would never let Legolas go, no matter what they had to face later on. He knew it would not be easy. Thranduil himself would probably pose the biggest obstacle. But Erestor would do anything to keep Legolas by his side. Even face the strict Sindarin King.
The advisor gave a start as he felt a hand gently caressing his thigh beneath the table, and stared wide eyed at a smirking Legolas. He groaned as the talented hand moved up. The twins, reading their friend well snickered at the advisor's reactions. Erestor's face turned scarlet as he tried to ignore the hand that was tenderly caressing him. Eru, if Legolas kept this up he would surely humiliate himself before everyone in the Hall.
Legolas noted, and unashamedly ignored, the advisor's discomfort, moving up to caress the growing bulge in Erestor's robes, as though to comfort his lover. Even though he knew it would most likely do the complete opposite.
Erestor gasped aloud at the unexpected touch. Glorfindel and Elrond turned at him worriedly, and in a shot the hand was gone. Erestor sighed in relief, though he knew true relief wouldn't come until that evening.
"Are you all right Erestor, you look a little flushed. You're not sick are you?" Elrond asked worriedly.
Erestor's face turned an even brighter red as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing quickly at Legolas. "Nay, my Lord, I am fine. Perhaps a little tired, but nothing some rest won't cure."
Legolas felt the familiar brush of his friend's thoughts in his mind.
'Oh, you are wicked, 'Las. That was so bad of you! Poor Erestor. You're going to kill him one of these days if you keep doing stunts like that!' Elladan predicted, though Legolas could hear the snicker in his mind.
'Aye, and I highly doubt it's rest our trusty advisor needs at the moment.' Elrohir proclaimed in much amusement. Rumil stared at his friends, knowing Legolas was battling to hold his mirth inside, and rightly assuming the twins were behind it.
Legolas had a difficult time keeping his face straight as he listened to the twins taunts. There was no way for him to respond to them, and he knew if he opened his mouth all that would come out was laughter. So, in response he just stared at them, his eyes dancing mischievously.
He turned his attention to a still blushing Erestor and sent him a suggestive smile promising much more was in store for him, which did nothing to ease Erestor's situation any. 'Eyes and lips like that should be outlawed,' he thought faintly. His thoughts were running fairly close to that of the twins, probably a first time ever. Erestor didn't know how to act when his lover did impulsive things like that, being much more reserved himself, it was a foreign notion to him. Not that he would have changed Legolas in any way. There was one thing that was a certainty. He would never get bored around the young prince of Mirkwood. Not unless the wicked elf killed him with pleasure first. And what a nice way to die, Erestor thought. It was a good thing elves were immortal or else Erestor may have had real cause to worry.
The rest of the dinner went fairly without incident, for which Erestor was quite glad, and after much wine and entertainment had been called for and passed around, the guests began to depart to their chambers.
Haldir returned to his rooms briefly to go over his plan for this evening. He would wait for another hour before going in search of the prince. Just as he was about to leave, however, he heard a light knock on his door. Opening it hopefully, wishing it were the prince, he was disappointed to see that it was his brother Rumil, instead.
Rumil watched his brother with guarded eyes, noting Haldir looked like he was about to leave. "Where are you going?" he asked apprehensively.
Haldir halted, hesitating. "Just out for a walk." He said quickly.
Rumil gave him a sad smile. "Don't go."
Haldir stiffened. "Why not?"
"He won't be there. Don't bring more hurt upon yourself, dear brother. Please, for both your sakes, forget him." Rumil implored.
"You don't understand, Rumil." Haldir said angrily.
"Oh? Don't I?" Rumil replied heatedly. "I know what I've seen, the hurt you've felt these past several years. Please, brother. He's happy now. Don't interfere. You will only cause more pain in the end."
Haldir glared at his brother. "You think you know what it's like, brother? To see the one you love sleep around with half the elves in your own patrol. To watch from afar, to be one out of a hundred others to him, knowing all along your love is one-sided! You have no idea how I feel little brother. And I hope you never do." Haldir said the last so softly Rumil almost missed it.
"Haldir..." Rumil implored one final time, "Please. Don't do this."
"I must," Haldir replied firmly, a fire in his eyes Rumil had never seen before.
Rumil stared at his brother's retreating form sadly. "Oh, brother. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into..." he said quietly, though his words were lost in the now empty bedchamber.
t.b.c...
Notes: I just couldn't help but put in that scene at the dinner table. Heehee. I have no clue where it came from, just sort of popped in my head as I was typing the chapter up. Poor Erestor. I'm so bad to him. I'll make it up to him later. Or, the prince will make it up to him (I think he'd like that more). Probably next chapter. )
I am actually really happy with how this chapter turned out in the end. You really find out a lot about Haldir's feelings, especially in the conversation with Rumil. Kinda making me feel sorry for him... vv;
Oh, and still looking for names for Legolas brothers, ideas anyone?
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Wow, lookie, a nice sized chapter from me for once. XD Miracles can happen. Maybe I'll make it to the 6 page mark next time! wishful thinking