Never without you
Chapter 15: Don't be mad…
Pairings: Legolas/Haldir
Disclaimer: same as before
WARNING: go back to chapter 1
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:: Mindspeak/Telepathy ::
Notes: This chapter has been edited
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Word quickly spread throughout Mirkwood about the heirs of the High Elf Lord, Celeborn, as well as the news that their beloved prince was bound to the silver-haired Marchwarden. A union in their eyes a most prosperous one, which includes the alliance of the Golden wood.
Legolas, or rather Haldir, commands the mightiest army of Elves since the battle of the Last Alliance. What really took the citizens of Mirkwood for a loop was the announcement of the up coming birth for the couple. They quickly put together a celebration feast considering they probably won't have the opportunity to do so later.
All of Thranduil's fears were washed away along with the vast amounts of Elven wine. The king smiled to himself. Yes, a very good match indeed. Thranduil just wished he had not been so blind to the fact. Now, his only task was to inform his Greenleaf about his sister. He just hopes the news doesn't send his son into labor too early.
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For some strange reason Seregon rarely had seen his sister. Ever since he had told her about the prince's betrayal she 'disappeared'. On his way to dinner a few nights later, he stopped by her room to escort her to the Great Hall. He knocked on her door to no avail. After a few minutes he tried the lock, surprisingly it was opened.
Seregon cautiously entered the room. Now, he wished that he had brought his sword with him just in case he meet or found someone who wasn't suppose to be in his sister's bedchamber. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Everything was in place as far as he could tell, until he turned to leave. There on top of bedside table was note. He didn't recognize the neat short curvy script or the name.
"Who is Elladan? And why is my sister meeting him for dinner?" he spoke out to the vacant room.
Well, whoever this Elf was, was not going to lay a finger on his sister.
/Great now I have to fend off unworthy males/ he seethed. Seregon marched out of the room in search of this 'Elladan'.
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After many weeks of rain, Elrohir practically jumped for joy when it stopped. He had taken over some of his Father's duties (with Erestor's help) and it still wasn't enough to keep his mind from wandering. Usually, the youngest twin could fill up his time with the correspondence or the supervision of the staff or patrolling the borders with Glorfindel.
Almost everything he did somehow turned into a sexual fantasy involving his mate.
At one point during an important meeting with guards, right before the evening patrol, Elrohir became flustered as if his soul was on fire, and the only thing that would extinguish the burning blaze was to bury himself deep within his wife.
He became instantly rigid. The prince left without an excuse before any of the Elves under his command figured out what was bothering him. However, one set of vivid cerulean orbs, dancing with enjoyment, saw a very noticeable bulge.
Glorfindel left Huor (his 2nd in command) in charge since it was his turn to go out on detail. The Balrog-slayer retired to his room for the evening opting to have dinner served there. He sat down on his bed removing his boots. Then he proceeded to discard to rest of garments. The bathroom door opened filling the outside room with hot steam.
"What are you doing back here?"
"I can leave if you want me too," Glorfindel made as if he was putting his tunic and leggings back on.
"If you do that then I will go back home," the Elf said.
"I'm sorry. I should be more grateful that you're allowed to be here," Glorfindel teased as he reached out for his companion.
"Oh, no you don't! I just brushed out my hair and you are not going to get it tangled again," his roommate declared with an indignant cry trying to get away.
The elder Elf carefully guided the other to the bed running his hands over silky soft skin kissing pale pink lips. The other moaned into the seneschal's mouth.
"I know there was a reason why I keep visiting Imladris."
"Do I want to know?" Glorfindel asked sucking on the tip of an ear.
"Because you are the one who commands my heart," came the reply.
"Then I guess it is a good thing or else Haldir will have a hard time keeping you in line," Glorfindel said removing the towel that was blocking his intended target.
"No more! My love I need you inside of me, now! Take me, Glorfindel," his beloved whispered breathlessly wrapping his legs around his waist.
Glorfindel closed his eyes to concentrate on keeping control.
"What are you waiting for? The call of the sea?"
"Shh, my love or I will be force to gag you," Glorfindel replied with a grin.
"It wouldn't be the first time."
The golden-haired commander leisurely pulled out causing his lover to curse.
"Do not move at a snail's pace!"
"Tell me what you want my Sentry," Glorfindel purred into the sensitive ear.
"I want you...ohh…I want yyou to ride me hard…ahhh…I want to be a-able…to scream y-your name…oh, by the Valar…yeess!!!"
After establishing a brutal but pleasurable pace, nothing else could be heard in the family wing of the house but the shouts of 'my Lord Glorfindel'.
Across the hall...
The raven-haired Chief Advisor messaged his temples. His headache was not going away any time soon. He slammed his workbook closed startling his husband who was sitting on the settee next the balcony.
"Gggrrh! Why are they doing that right before dinner!" Erestor yelled as he tried not to pull out his long mane. He turned in his chair when a low harmonious giggle filled the bedchamber.
"'Tis not funny Lindir! Erestor whined.
"Aye, but it is. It is not often they get to see each other and Tinion will be leaving soon, so let them have their fun," the minstrel said.
"I'm not denying them their time together. I just don't understand why Glorfindel doesn't comment himself the Guardian," Erestor pondered.
"Glorfindel wants to bind himself to Tinion, but Tinion is bound to the Golden wood and it's Lady and Lord. Until they release him they cannot be together," Lindir explained.
The advisor held a sullen look on his face from the news about his friend. "I didn't know," he whispered.
Lindir caught the melancholy expression and went to his mate. "Do not feel bad mellon-nin. Glorfindel knew. This is something he chooses to accept. Be happy for them."
Lindir kissed his husband. "Come my dark haired beauty. Dinner will be served shortly," he stated pulling Erestor to his feet.
Erestor watched his lover sashay out the door and down the hall. He groaned inwardly once his stepped out of their bedchamber.
The lustful calls of love could still be heard from Glorfindel's room. /As soon as Lord Elrond returns I'm asking him to move our room/ he thought as he swiftly joined Lindir. He prayed to the Valar the Tinion only visited one week out of the month and this was just the first night.
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A/N: Does anybody know Glorfindel's lover? Tell me your thoughts on who you think his is. So, Seregon's looking for his sister and she's with Elladan. What do you think is going to happen once he finds them? Do you think that he's given up on Legolas? Maybe but to find that out you have to stay tune for the next chapter.
Nemesis
oOo Teaser for Chapter 16: I'll do whatever it takes oOo
"LORD ELROND! YOU MUST COME!" Legolas shouted as he ran through the open doors of the dinning hall.
"Peace Legolas you cannot upset yourself. Now, tell me what's wrong?" Elrond said glancing at Haldir.
The silver-haired Elf was clueless as to what could be bothering his husband.
"Aragorn, he's…" but the pregnant prince collapsed.
Elrond knew that this would happen. He knelt down to the young Elf. "I want everyone out! Haldir, move him to the sofa there."
Thranduil pulled his friend back as his son-in-law moved Legolas. "What is going – what's this?" the king saw the clear fluid on Elrond's hand.
"I'm afraid Thranduil that Legolas has gone into labor."