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Warning- this is a slash, maleXmale relationships. If you don't like it then save yourself the disgust and don't read it.

Chapter 5

Legolas dismounted his horse. He had ridden nonstop for four days straight. His horse was exhausted and badly needed water. They had reached their destination though. Legolas led his horse into a small stable right outside the small house he had arrived at. The home he and Haldir shared together naught ten years ago. Rain began to fall heavily as Legolas refreshed his horse. Eventually, he ran out of things to do for his horse and knew he had to knock on the door. He knew Haldir would just be winding down now, he always had long days. Sitting by the fire with a small glass of wine which he had a high tolerance level of. Reading perhaps, or simply just thinking. Legolas smiled at the thought, but the smile quickly disappeared. What was he doing here? He and Haldir had split up ten years ago; the pain was still fresh for both of them. Why had he come here anyway? What did he expect Haldir to do? Slowly he knocked on the door.

"Legolas?" The door swung open and Legolas was once again staring into the arrogantly handsome face of the March-Warden of Lorien. Legolas was at a loss for words. He was soaking wet, hungry and tired. Haldir reacted instantly. He ushered Legolas inside and sat him in a chair by the fire. He left and came back with a few blankets, and a tray of food. Legolas smiled, he always loved how he and Haldir could always sense what each other needed without words. After a moment Haldir spoke.

"Legolas," he said. "It's been a long time."

"Indeed it has," Legolas said uncomfortably. There was an awkward silence, so unexpected between them.

"So what brings you back to Lothlorien Legolas?" Haldir asked. His eyes betrayed his calm, arrogant exterior only slightly.

"I missed the city," Legolas lied quickly.

"So you decided to ride out here on instinct with no clothes, or food, or other provisions?" The silver haired archer arched an eyebrow, it was difficult to tell whether he was amused or not. Haldir had a feeling Legolas was here because of the one he had left him for. Haldir stole a glance at Legolas. It felt like not a day had gone by where he had not woken up to the sight of the Prince's flawless complexion. Long lashes framing sapphire gems that sparkled with innocence and mirth, full rosy lips just waiting to be kissed, golden silk tresses framing strong yet delicate looking shoulders. Legolas was clad in nothing but a forest green tunic and dark green leggings, yet he still looked beautiful to Haldir. Haldir always preferred females to males when choosing bed partners but his attraction to Legolas had been immediate. Once he began perusing the younger elf, he realized what a kind and beautiful soul the golden prince of Mirkwood possessed and he had fallen deeply in love with him. When Legolas confessed he was in love with another, it broke Haldir's heart. A lesser elf would've died from grief right there and then, but he held on, convincing himself that if they were truly meant to be (which he was sure they were) then Legolas would find his back to him, and indeed he had! He wanted to scoop the young elf into his arms right that moment but he could see Legolas was truly upset over whatever had conspired between the elf and his man. Haldir was never one to wait for what he wanted but Haldir could tell what Legolas needed was a sympathetic, non-judgmental ear right now to pour his troubles to, or at the very least a warm comfortable bed where he could obtain a peaceful nights rest. So although Haldir wanted to reclaim his elf right then and there, he did not. He did not want to cause his elf any more discomfort or emotional damage, the truth was, his gentle lover completed him. To Haldir's alarm, the young, sweet, gentle elf broke down into tears.

"What a fool I was Haldir!" Legolas cried, burying his face into his hands. "I confessed my feelings for him naught a week ago after harboring on to them for 10 more years after leaving you! What a blasted fool I was!" Haldir immediately put a comforting hand on his beloved's knee.

"Don't tell me he rejected your feelings?" Haldir asked, astonished. He mentally decreased his respect for this ranger from the north, or Estel Elrondion as Legolas often referred to him as. He had heard talk of this Aragorn ranger being the 'hope of men,' well the men were doomed as far as Haldir was concerned if he had a chance with someone like Legolas and he let it slip past him. Haldir knew that this Aragorn was involved with Arwen, the Evenstar of their people and presumably the most beautiful creature to walk the lands of Middle Earth. It was said she was rivaled by only one other, Legolas Thranduilion. In Haldir's opinion, Arwen's beauty was far surpassed by his elves not only by appearance but what lay in their souls as well.

"No, he welcomed my feelings," sobbed Legolas. "He led me on for a week before taking my innocence and casting me aside for his beloved Evenstar!"

"What!" Haldir shouted standing up. "You slept with him?" The Lorien archer was astonished. Legolas had always been against showing emotions in that depth until after being bonded. Even when he and Haldir moved in together and started sharing a bed, Legolas would not let him do all he wanted to his golden beauty.

"I was so sure he loved me, and then there was the wine. I never believed my father and brothers when they warned me of it's effects, I just lost control! I never lose control, I am always calm and self-assured, how could I act so rashly, and after only a week!"

"Well, you had feelings for him for ten years," Haldir reminded him gently. "Perhaps they just surfaced into lust."

"That, that...that man!" Legolas said venomously. Haldir could barely suppress a smile at this outrageous display of emotions; he had never been witness to this sort of outburst concerning Legolas. He was quite content to play the valiant hero, picking up the broken pieces of his lovers heart and mending them again. Haldir quietly led Legolas to their guest room, not wanting to pressure him into doing anything just yet. After lending him some spare clothing Haldir let watched him fall into an uneasy sleep. Haldir went to his own room then, smiling happily at this unusual turn of events. After quickly thanking the Valar for returning his beautiful elf to him, he too drifted off to sleep.

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The atmosphere was calm and relaxed as Haldir and Legolas walked back to the house that warm afternoon. It had been a week since Legolas had arrived and Haldir had done everything he could to Keep Legolas' mind off his human lover. Everything except, make a move on the elf himself. Haldir had tried to tone down his arrogant behavior as much as he could. He was witty and charming, gentle and protective, everything a good lover should be, hoping Legolas would realize how much better Haldir was for him and come back. Haldir sent his other warriors on patrols and let his brothers take over some of his other duties, leaving him free to entertain and take care of his elf. Haldir had taken to using an extra half hour each morning getting ready this week; he wanted to look perfect for Legolas. Although his brothers were more sought after then he was, Haldir was by no means unattractive. This morning he was wearing a flimsy white shirt that hung loosely over him, show-casing his brilliant form. His pants were tight navy blue velvet which clung to him accenting his firm buttocks. His white blond hair was pulled back tight in his customary warrior braids, each done at least three times until they were to the critical warrior's satisfaction. They had found some of Legolas old clothes which he had forgotten there luckily, and the prince was dressed very well indeed. He did not spend as much time on his appearance as Haldir had but that much time was not required. The prince wore a light, pastel yellow tunic with sleeves that bellowed out loosely. The pale color drew more attention to the prince's golden locks that were unbound, falling over his shoulders in loose, silken waves. He wore white leggings, and his happy expression completed the carefree outfit. The prince's laughter filled the air as Haldir told him the story of his first scouting trip.

"You actually lit your companion's clothes on fire while he bathed? How did you manage that?" Legolas asked his azure orbs alight with interest. Haldir smiled warmly at the younger elf, so he embellished a few of the details a bit, it was worth it to hear his prince laughing again.

"Oh I was a nervous thing. You see, he was not only my companion, but my commanding officer as well! I was anxious to make a good impression, perhaps a bit too anxious." Legolas laughed again, and they stopped in front of Haldir's home. Automatically, Haldir reached foreword and tucked a bit of hair behind Legolas' ear. He then let his fingers trace down the side of his perfectly sculpted cheek down to his chin. Legolas closed his eyes. He had forgotten how good Haldir's touch felt. The Lorien archer leaned in for a kiss both seemed to want. Their lips touched for naught a second, a shadow of a kiss before a voice broke through their bliss.

"Legolas!" Aragorn was returning from stabling his horse to witness the two elves intimacy. Legolas immediately drew back, lost once again in the swirling gray orbs of his human lover.

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