Part Three
The encampment had been cleaned up by the time the party from Imaldris rode down the long dusty road to face the elves of Lothlorien. The winds blew the lord s black cloak as he looked down at Haldir but his gray eyes widened when he noticed the blood that glistened the March Warden s arm as the red liquid slowly dribbled down to stain his clothes. His silvery blonde hair hung around his shoulders and down his chest giving him a enthrall look that was the way of the elves. His deep eyes shone with respect and pain. Elrond raised a hand in front of him when Haldir tried to stand up on his own accord to give the elf lord the greeting he deserved. Nay. You must rest my friend. You have been injured and need to be attended to. With that said, the lord slid from his horse with the grace of the delicate winds and walked towards the other elf. His dark hair seemed to dance delicately behind him as he moved even closer causing Haldir s heart to jump slightly.
The tent was dimly lit when Elrond helped Haldir into the command tent and knew that the March Warden was in too much pain to walk on his own accord. He had also lost a great deal of blood from the looks of his tunic. He gently laid the younger elf down and gently brushed his long fingers along the pale smooth skin of the Sylvan elf. He smiled gently and stood up to leave the tent.
As Elrond left the tent, he began to wonder when he had fallen for another elf since he had not lain with a male since Gil-Galad and the sight of this golden elf sent warm chills through his skin. He wanted this elf, he wanted to touch him, kiss him, and furthermore claim him as his own. The cool winds of the night seemed to give the elf the courage he needed as he glanced up at the stars above. With a deep sigh, the tired elf lord turned and walked back into the warm tent. The sight that greeted him, nearly took his breath and away and his had to fight the urge to run forward and ravage the other elf.
Haldir had known Elrond desired him. It was clear in his stormy eyes but he was still worried about his nightmares. He was unsure he could love anyone knowing that if these dreams were true, he would break someone's heart for he would die in this war. He slowly began to untie his cloak before his delicate elven hands moved towards the buttons on his tunic. He had just removed the soft fabric from his shoulders when he heard the gasp coming from the opening. He glanced up and his midnight blue eyes widened when he saw the look in those smoky eyes. They were a look of pure lust but also of raw hunger. They also held something dark and dangerous like a predator eyeing it's prey. The March Warden tried to keep such thoughts from his mind as he raised a dark eyebrow and lay back on the bed. "My lord. Are you alright?"
Elrond was started from his dreamy reverie when he heard the smooth voice calling to him. He cleared his throat and walked slowly towards his patient with his small bag of herbs. "I am quite alright Haldir." He then sat down on the bed feeling the mattress sway with his movements and then he slowly leaned forward to look down at Haldir. "Tell me Haldir of Lorien. Have you ever been with a male?"
Haldir shook his head admitting he hadn't and bit his lower lip in both confusion and raw sexual desire. He wanted what the other's eyes promised him…love, comfort, and raw sexual completion for one night. "No. I have yet to be claimed by anyone my lord."
"Do you wish to be young one?"
Haldir shivered feeling the warm breath on his cheek as the half elf moved ever closer to his full red lips. "Oh….yes." He whispered with a sweet moan as he let the petal soft lips open slightly as he let the other elf's hand touch his skin. He let out a soft cry as he felt the herbal paste that the lord had been busy mixing against his knowledge touch his bleeding arm. He gazed at Elrond in pure confusion but understood suddenly as his wound was bound before their desires went even further. "My lord please….kiss me."
Elrond moved closer until his lips touched the other elf and let out a moan of his own as they both battled for dominance as their tongue dueled for controlled. The tent's temperature seemed to float above what it had been when they had first entered the canvass shelter. Hands slowly touched heated flesh as Elrond fell onto the makeshift bed and in to Haldir's eager arms. He pried his lips from Haldir's mouth only to devour the pain throat that was soon offered to him. Both Haldir and Elrond felt the savage heat and desire within the healer's kiss.