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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please excuse any punctuation errors for the time being. Tripod has this annoying habit of "erasing" a lot of my apostrophes although I am clueless as to why. I haven't caught every mistake yet, so just ignore it!
The night was a pleasant one, mild and temperate, and Haldir was grateful for the change in scenery if not simply to be relieved of his Lorien duties for a few days. Festivities celebrating the impending birth of Arwen's firstborn child had most in good spirits, for there was much laughter amongst the elves and talk of childrens antics with the new Mother-To-Be. Arwen accepted such advice most graciously, as did her mate, Saelbeth, yet Haldir suspected that both secretly cared not for the incessant chatter of elders and their somewhat exhausting tales.
Leaning against one of the many ornate columns within Elrond's dining hall, Haldir resisted the urge to yawn, for the idle conversations between his kin were of little interest to him. Lord Elrond had accepted Saelbeth's relationship with Arwen after the knowledge of Saelbeth's heritage was made known. Apparently, the child of an Elven Goddess was preferable to that of a mere mortal, for Saelbeth was the lost son of Elbereth, a fact that seemed to please Elrond greatly.
Fickle, the minds of royalty, Haldir thought with a most unconcealed smirk. Running his fingers through his silver locks, he sighed heavily, for the lushly furnished dining area was far too modern for his tastes, the food too heavily spiced with unfamiliar scents.
He secretly wished Lord Celeborn would not have chosen to spend the whole week in Rivendell or at least, perhaps chosen Orophin to accompany him on the journey as so that Haldir could have taken his leave at some point to explore the woods near Rivendell's boarders rather than remain privy to all that was spoken. Perhaps he would excuse himself for a bit regardless, for the confines of the dining area were suddenly becoming far too stifling for his liking.
And eyes were upon him. Eyes intent on his every move. Haldir resisted the urge to whirl around and gnash his teeth at his would be voyeur in a slow, Lorien Elf ferocity. Certainly if he did not return the advance, the other would cease in his foolishness. But still, the eyes watched him.
Against his better judgement, Haldir glanced over his shoulder, seeking a glimpse of his watcher. The elf was seated beside Lord Elrond, poised in an almost cat like posture, one gloved hand draped lazily around a golden chalice. His absurdly long hair was braided in a thickly dark plait, which was encrusted with glittering red jewels the shape of tiny flowers decorated with delicate fronds of emerald green. His attire consisted mostly of black, enhanced only by the ruby broach clasped at the neck of his high collared tunic, the heavily brocaded robes he wore obscuring most else from view. The sleeves of the rather sveltely fitting outer garment were trimmed with rich, crimson velvet and matching stitching. Upon catching Haldir's gaze, the strange elf raised his glass in acknowledgment and actually had the audacity to wink, a sly smile curving his most generous mouth into a rather wicked grin.
What nerve! Haldir whirled around and stalked away with a snort. This one would get none of his attentions on this eve. . . or any other, if he had a say in things. Despite the expansive dining hall, the piercing gaze of the dark elf sought to follow him wherever he lingered and although the other never moved from his position at the table, his eyes certainly had a life of their own!
This was a game that Haldir soon tired of. He glanced at the dark haired one from behind the cover of a pillar and watched as the elf casually lifted his chalice to the young servant who passed by, the bumbling elfling all too eager to serve the beautifully gilded elf. Haldir had to admit, his onlooker was quite stunning, although he did not see fit to make admiration of any type known, for the other's rather blatant assessment of his personage was altogether unnerving.
Casting the elf a snide glare, Haldir wove his way through the crowd of many and into the courtyard where the deeply azure eyes could not penetrate the stone walls surrounding the garden. He much preferred the solace of the foliage to the prattle of people and sank gratefully onto one of Elrond's comfortably furnished benches, setting the ornate bow of the Galadhrim at his side to rest against the wall. Closing his eyes, he savored the sweet allure of Spring's unmistakable scent, indulging his senses in the relaxing perfume, for the air held a different fragrance than that of the Golden Wood.
So absorbed was he in the wondrous atmosphere that he almost failed to notice the approach of the softly gliding footfalls that drew near. Almost. He rose to his feet, the scent of exotic grass wafting faintly towards him as he turned to see just who it was that chose to disturb his moment of respite.
The coy smiled of the Dark Elf who had been monitoring him with such interest met his gaze and Haldir was taken aback by the boldness of the other's stare.
"Ah, March Warden. So we meet at last. Lord Elrond speaks highly of you," the dark elf spoke, "but your name, it escapes me. . ."
The Galadhrim stiffened. He wasnt entirely certain he wished for this one to know his name, yet his mouth spoke against his will before his mind could further argue the issue.
"Haldir," he said simply, offering nothing more.
"Mmmmm . . . Haldiiiiirr . . . mmmmm. . . 'tis nice," the other mused, savoring the sound of Haldir's name as it rolled from his lips in a whimsically melodic purr, his curiously accented lilt piquing the March Warden's interest rather keenly. It reminded him very much of the smoothly textured intonations of the Gypsy Elves.
"And you are?" Haldir asked, the casual sensuality of the dark one's speech unnerving him to some degree.
"I am Erestor, Haldiiirrr," the dark haired elf introduced himself at last, the corners of his lips pulling into what was decidedly a knowing smile of sorts. "Will you say my name with your Lorien tongue, March Warden?"
One brow arched suspiciously at this anomalous request. "Whaaat?"
"My name," the other repeated, the cobalt flame of lust dancing tauntingly within his cerulean eyes, "I would like for you to say it."
Haldir snorted indignantly. "I do not think so, mellon," he replied with a sneer.
Just who did this elf think he was, asking such things. . .and odd things at that. . .of him?
"Ah, I see," the one called Erestor said, giving Haldir the distinct impression that he was greatly amused by the exchange.
He swept up to Haldir and lifted his gaze to that of the March Warden, causing Haldir to shift uncomfortably where he stood. Although Erestor was a good three or so inches shorter than the Galadhrim, his stare was most penetrating. Demandingly so.
"Perhaps you shall change your mind, Haldir," Erestor said, running one gloved finger beneath Haldir's chin, his touch so feather light, that the archer was not at all sure he had felt it all.
"I think not," Haldir's lip curved into a snarl of disdain as he took a step back, away from this strangely seductive elf and his lascivious contiguity.
Erestor merely smiled in his bemusedly complacent manner. "We shall see." With that, he turned and glided away, the jewels decorating his inordinately long braid glittering beneath Ithil's pale gaze.
"Indeed," Haldir scoffed, rubbing the now tingling spot beneath his chin where the other had touched him so indecently.
Obviously, this "Erestor" did not know to whom he had been speaking such casually lurid things. Haldir tossed his silvery tresses with a dismissive snort and retrieved his bow from its resting place near the wall. Perhaps he should have it in hand should this bold one seek to make his odd requests once again if only for the sake of frightening the other into leaving.
Haldir paced restlessly within Glorfindel's chambers in a huff as the golden Lord stretched upon the bed, clad only in a rather clingy verdant robe. . . and nothing more.
"I tell you, this one would have had it coming if I would have knocked him to the ground with my bare hands," Haldir growled, smacking his fist into the palm of his hand.
Glorfindel lolled his head lazily to one side, flaxen hair dangling over the edge of the coverlet. "Meleth, you mustn't let him get to you. Such is Erestor. He is much like yourself, my love. Taking what he wants regardless of consequence. . .and apparently, it is you that he desires."
Haldir stopped short and cast Glorfindel a rather sarcastic smirk. "Thank you for your vote of confidence, meleth-nin," he said sardonically before resuming his brooding stalk from one end of the room to the other.
"Haldir," Glorfindel said, "do stop that, for I fear you shall wear a groove into the floor."
The archer sauntered over to the bed of his lover and flopped down beside him with a heavy sigh, allowing Glorfindel to cradle him against his chest in a gesture of warm affection, the golden Lord's long fingers threading through his silvery locks with blissfully delicious tenderness.
"Awww," Glorfindel purred, his hand slipping beneath Haldir's tunic to rub the taut stomach, "he has got your quite undone, has he not?"
"Mmmmmph," Haldir mumbled into the silken falls of Glorfindel's richly gold tresses, burying his face in the soft hair with a deep inhalation, the warm scent of amber wafting to greet his senses.
The hands of the golden Lord roamed over the curve of Haldir's hips, sliding beneath the waistband of his breeches and resting there momentarily before delving further, fingers lingering upon the thatch of hair between Haldir's thighs, twirling the nearest curls with a suggestive tickle of fingertips. A soft moan escaped the March Warden's lips as he curled his body into the beckoning massage of Glorfindel's skilled hand, his hardness swelling at once to proudly stiff attention, pressing demandingly against the soft leather of his breeches. Only Glorfindel could bring him such swift and certain arousal, for never would Haldir submit to anothers advances with such ardent haste. The probing fingers of the golden Elf wound lower still, wrapping intently around Haldir's already throbbing member and squeezing rather commandingly, eliciting a lustful groan from the March Warden as he arched further into Glorfindel's capable grasp, thoughts of the dark one known as Erestor temporarily forgotten.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
From the end of the hallway, Erestor heard it. The sounds of heated and passionate love making. . . the March Warden of Lorien's exquisite groan of pleasure rising above that of Glorfindel. The mere thought of the Galadhrim, naked and writhing beneath the touch of another sent Erestor into a myriad of deviously delicious plots, none of which involved clothing. Having sampled the ardor of Glorfindel's magnificent body himself, Erestor was well aware of just what those healing hands could do to one's sexual appetite.
He drew closer to the room that housed the amorous pair, cocking an ear and listening with unabashed pleasure, a leering smirk curving his lips. One finger traced a path along the worn wood of the door that separated him from the fervent calls of desire and he leaned closer still, pressing his cheek to the coolness of the mahogany timber, one hand snaking beneath his robes to rub himself lewdly through the velvety leather of his breeches. Glorfindel's sweetly melodic voice rose and fell betwixt Haldir's rasping grunts of passion, for he was no doubt, seducing the March Warden with the honeyed lilt as he had done so many years ago with Erestor. Only Glorfindel could spawn such abandon with intonation of words alone and Erestor found himself caught within the lulling flow of endearments, a soft moan escaping his lips as the questing hand found its way beneath his garment, meeting with the warmth of his bulging hunger. Stroking himself into engorged hardness, he squeezed the tip of his erection with a pinching twist, gasping at the self-inflicted mix of pleasure and pain, his swollen member throbbing eagerly in response. How Erestor longed to do the same to Haldir. . .perhaps while Glorfindel looked on. . . bound and gagged, of course. . .
Releasing his arousal from the confines of its leather prison, Erestor gripped himself with a demanding downward jerk, tugging the heated flesh forward with expertly nimble fingers, spreading the viscous fluid that seeped from his rigid tip over the pulsating hardness.
From behind the forbidden barrier of wood, Haldir's song of passion crescendoed and faded as Glorfindel's winsome declarations melded with the soaring cries of the March Warden.
"Aiya. . .annniiiirrrooonn. . ." Erestor panted under his breath, sliding his fierce grip upon his slickened longing with demanding pulls, palming the end with a twisting stroke that ensured complete coverage of his lurid actions.
Leaning against the stone wall for support, Erestor shuddered as the throb of his impending release swelled tauntingly beneath the wanton caress of his lascivious fingers. Haldir's purring moan escalated into a fervid gasp of climactic pleasure, his lusty outcry rending the night air. Erestor convulsed with a heaving twitch, his breath spiking into short, labored grunts as the sticky heat of his obscene excursion surged into his cupped hand while Glorfindel's aria of delectation sang out to harmonize with Haldir's ardent inflections of passion.
Grasping a nearby table for support, Erestor withdrew a silken cloth from the folds of his fitted robe and wiped the glimmering remnants of his release from his fingers before continuing to his own chambers as if nothing had transpired but the elatedly devious grin that now encompassed his pliant lips.
PART III
Haldir awoke tangled in Glorfindel's gentle embrace, their naked bodies intertwined in closely melded perfection. The March Warden sighed contentedly, nuzzling his lover's chin, for nothing was more blissful than the feel of Elven skin upon one's own. Glorfindel murmured softly in his sleep, curling closer still to Haldir's warmth, his arms encircled the archer and drawing him against his chest.
"Mmmmmm. . .meleth nin," Glorfindel mumbled into Haldir's abundance of palely flaxen hair, "how I love awakening wrapped in your embrace."
Haldir smiled gently, trailing one finger along the curvature of Glorfindel's elegant neck and over his jaw line. "And I you, meleth," he said, planting a lingering kiss upon the other's supple lips, "but if we do not rise from this bed soon, I fear I shall have to have you once more."
Glorfindel feigned an expression of horror and pretended to swoon in Haldir's arms. "How terrible that would be!"
The beautiful elf languidly spread himself across the bed, presenting Haldir with a fine view of his naked backside as he stretched his limber muscles with a yawn, glancing teasingly at Haldir over his shoulder through the curtain of his sunny hair.
Haldir chuckled at the golden Lord and kissed the tip of his nose. "You are far too pleasing for my eyes, lirimaer. Now get dressed before I am forced to ravish you."
It was now Glorfindel's turn to laugh. "Perhaps you should cool the heat of your desires within the river, for unfortunately, I have duties I must attend to shortly." He bent to touch his lips to Haldir's own in gently passionate kiss.
Tossing his palely flaxen hair with a smile, Haldir rubbed his hand over the growing bulge beneath the coverlet. "I doubt even the coldest of waters could chase my desire for you from my body."
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Erestor draped his arm lazily across his chest, the other hand trailing freely within the cool waters of the river as he lay sprawled upon one of the many massive rocks that adored the streams edge. Clad only his breeches, he lolled his head over the rocks edge, saturating the loosely plaited thickness of his hair, the river's gentle caress slowly parting the strands into ripples of trailing darkness. He combed his fingers through the damply chilled mass of hair and shook the remnants of his braid free, his nearly waist length hair fanning out upon the waters surface like a coiling mass of writhing serpents streaming behind his head.
Far before any in the House of Elrond had awakened, Erestor had taken his leave for the ritual of bathing in the sunlight as well within the tepid waters of the river. Rarely did he seek the company of others any longer this early, for few were willing to rise from the comfort of their beds. Erestor himself could have done without giving up the warmth of his coverlet, but important discussion with Lord Elrond were imminent and the chief advisor most certainly needed a bath. The pair of unnamed Lorien elves he had partnered with on the previous night had been so full of lustful ardor, Erestor had seriously considered taking his leave rather than spend the evening placating the younglings with his riding crop, for they were clearly most undisciplined. How he tired of these simple excursions where domination was so easily accepted. Defiant resistance was far more intriguing. Such was the March Warden. Erestor felt the muscles of his groin tighten at the mere thought of sampling such a creature, bending his will, tasting the sweet torment of rebellion before savoring the subordinate rapture of relinquishing control.
From the depths of the overgrown brush, Haldir peered at the lounging advisor with a mixture of fascination and disgust. Had the elf no shame? Never mind the fact that Haldir himself had often lain naked amongst the very same bed of rocks in full view of others should they happen to pass. At least Erestor was clothed from the waist down, but there was something almost obscene about the way the dark haired elf was sprawled upon the rock sunning himself, arching his back so that the fullness of his thick hair became saturated by the coolness of the gently lapping water.
Never would Haldir have expected such a finely chiseled body to lie beneath those fitted robes, for Erestors pale form was sleekly defined, each muscle clearly outlined within the milky white flesh, drawing taut as the elf stretched himself further into the river. An expression of heedless bliss adorned the wicked curves of his lips and a contented sigh rose from his chest. Unconsciously, Haldir wet his lips, more so for fear of being caught staring rather than actual lust.
One nimble hand slipped suddenly towards the leather thongs of his breeches and the advisor pulled the knotted cord free with a simple tug, peeling the supple material slowly over his hips, arching his back upward with a seductive wriggle of his arse, shedding the garment as if it were a second skin, leaving it to lie in a pile of wrinkled leather near his ankles before sliding off the rocks and into the water, vanishing completely from Haldir's view.
Peeking over the tops of the hedges, Haldir craned his neck to see just where the other had gone but saw naught but the faint ripples of the advisors departure. Had the silly creature gone and drowned himself? He had been submerged for quite some time. . .
Several tense seconds ticked by with no sign of the dark head and Haldir began to worry. Although he was not very fond of this particular elf, he could not simply stand within the brush and allow him to drown! With a resigned sigh, he leapt over the surrounding foliage and walked hurriedly to the waters edge where he had last seen Erestor before he had mysteriously disappeared. Only the discarded breeches remained upon the rock, the river's clarity yielding no indication of the advisor's whereabouts. Haldir glanced about rather frantically.
"Erestor!" he shouted, planting his hands upon his hips looking the picture of annoyance when his call went unheeded. "Errrreeessstoorrr!"
A pair of wet hands suddenly shot forth from the water and grasped both of his ankles, startling Haldir with a yelp of surprise. The shock of being grabbed offset his precarious perch upon the rocks and he flailed his arms about helplessly in attempts to maintain his balance. Rather by the grace of the Valar or sheer luck, he managed to twist free of the slippery fingers and stumbled away, staggering most ungracefully to the ground and flopping upon his arse in a panting heap.
Sleek arms crept over the rock and hoisted the grinning face of the dark elf upon the edge of the rock as he chuckled at Haldir's expense, propping his chin upon one hand with a self-satisfied smirk of delight.
"Oh, how I do adore it when you call my name in such an urgent manner, Haldiiiirrr," Erestor purred, his absurdly long hair partially draped over one shoulder, the rest rippling far beyond his back in the river's lulling current.
"Bastard!" Haldir hissed, "I thought that you had. . ." he shook his head with a growl. "Never mind."
Erestor cocked a dark brow at the fuming March Warden. "How nice. You were concerned for my well-being. How very touching. . ."
Haldir scrambled to his feet and flung his red cloak over his shoulder haughtily. "Next time I hope you DO drown," he muttered, turning upon his heel to leave, promise of a relaxing bath forgotten.
"Oh. . Haldir?" Erestor called, smiling with amusement as the archer flinched to a halt at the sound of his name upon the lips of the dark advisor. "I do hope you enjoyed watching me undress, although you would have gotten a far better view had you not been hiding in the undergrowth."
One fist clenched and relaxed as the bristling March Warden growled audibly and stormed away, leaving Erestor to chuckle with devious merriment in his wake.
PART IV
The walk back to the House of Elrond was quite a long one and Haldir found that by the time he had reached its gardens, the long flaxen strands of his hair had dried to a lightly sunny hue, the freshness of the rivers caress reviving his senses. He had chosen to bathe upstream of the taunting advisor, for it seemed everywhere he lingered, the dark elf was already there.
And Haldir watched him. Although he loathed to admit it, he watched. Soon, Lord Elrond would call for Council and then, the advisor would be gone, at least for the rest of the afternoon. Too bad Glorfindel would be gone as well. The thought of the golden Lord brought the faintest curve of a smile to Haldirs lips, for he very much loved the elf more so than he had ever cared for another. Bonding with Glorfindel was the crest of pleasure's peak, for to know another on such an intimate level rather than a mere carnal one was something Haldir had never dreamed he would himself experience. The pitfalls of love were among those he wished to avoid, yet Glorfindel had stolen him. . .mind, body and soul. Claiming him as his own. Making him a part of something far greater.
A flicker of movement with the dining hall caught his eye as he passed, drawing him out of his blissful thoughts and into the present. Perhaps the servants were still about, cleaning up the remnants of breakfast, a meal that Haldir had neglected. Intrigued by the thought of possibly snagging a last minute snack before lunch was served, Haldir began to stroll into the large room, but stopped short upon recognition of the one who resided there.
Erestor. Always Erestor. It was as if some strange force was intent on the clashing of their wills, for once again, Haldir found himself stumbling unwittingly upon the dark advisor. Thankfully, the elf did not see him and Haldir withdrew into the cover of shadows, watching.
Erestor swept a gloved hand over the polished dining table, fingering the soft petals of the roses that adorned it admiringly. Plucking a single flower from the impressive bouquet, he brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the heady fragrance with an approving smile before tucking it into the top of his braided hair, a gesture that Haldir found to be rather poncy.
"You are watching me again, Haldiiirrr," Erestor purred, his back still to the March Warden as he stroked the thick plait of dark hair that he had draped over his shoulder. "Do you perhaps see something you like?"
Haldir snorted indignantly. "I see only the vain musings of an absurdly adorned elf."
Erestor chuckled as he turned with a sweeping flourish of crimson-lined ebony, the heels of his boots clicking upon the wooden floor with an insistent tap as he approached the stiffly postured Warden of the March, fingers of both hands interlaced loosely before him. The richly spiced aroma of exotic woodland grasses wafted once again to caress Haldirs senses as Erestor glided closer, coming to stand far too close to Haldir for his liking.
"Have you no appreciation of beauty, Haldir?" Erestor asked, plucking the rose from its odd resting place and sweeping the velvety petals across his own lips before caressing the March Warden's cheek in much the same manner, twirling the stem slowly between his gloved fingers as it slid along the palely smooth skin.
Stiffening, Haldir swatted the errant hand away with a sneer. "Do not seek to touch me again, lest you relish the thought of losing a finger."
Erestor laughed, a low, mellifluous sound that rose from the depths of his chest. "Ah, Haldir. . . how little you understand in the ways of permission."
Haldir bristled. "What nerve you have, mellon. . ." he growled, his hand lighting upon the hilt of one scimitar. "I would hold my arrogant tongue if I were you, lest someone teach you some manners!"
"Perhaps I would rather you hold it for me," Erestor said slyly, his hand snaking around the March Warden's waist and jerking him roughly against his chest.
"You little.....!" Haldir's snarl of rage was cut short by a pair of sensuous lips enveloping his mouth in a searingly demanding kiss, the warmth of a teasing tongue invading the moist cavern with a taunting flick as it lazily perused about, thoroughly tasting and exploring him.
Long fingers wound within his flaxen tresses, securing a fervently painful grip before snapping his head back with a gasp as sharp teeth sank into the flesh of his neck, the hot mouth nibbling and sucking upon the tender skin, branding him with the mark of lust. And against his will, the March Warden moaned softly.
Elbereth, what was he doing?!
Part V
"Unhand me!" Haldir barked, shoving the dark haired advisor away with such force that he was certain the elf would topple over the ornately carved table, but Erestor did naught but leap away rather lightly much to Haldirs utter chagrin.
"My, but you are so feisty, Haldiiiirr. . ." Erestor purred, smoothing his hands over his slightly rumpled countenance.
"Get out," Haldir growled, hand instinctively curling about the hilts of his weapons once more.
Erestor shot him a coldly amused sneer. "I shall do nothing of the sort. YOU get out if my presence bothers you so, for it is YOU who stumbled upon ME."
"And it was you who forced your insidious action up me!" Haldir bellowed, drawing the scimitars from their sheaths with a snick of metal.
Erestor swept up to him and placed his palm flat against the tip of one blade. "Would it give you ease if my blood was to wet your sword, March Warden? For, as I recall, you kissed me back."
Haldir snorted, nostrils flaring indignantly. "I believe your memory is failing you, oh coy one."
"Oh?" Erestor pressed his hand into the sharpness of the glistening metal unflinchingly, a thin rivulet of crimson threading down his wrist and dripping onto the marbled floor.
Bringing the bleeding hand to his lips, Erestor licked the trickling blood from the tiny puncture wound with languid indolence, the small stream of life force a stain of brilliant red upon his tongue. Haldir could have sworn the elf was savoring the taste of himself, for he licked his lips most ostentatiously, his eyes fluttering closed as if in rapturous indulgence.
"You disgust me," Haldir spat vehemently, whirling to storm away, leaving the advisor to lick his self-inflicted wound in the privacy of the dining hall.
He flounced into the public gardens, seething with humiliation. . . and something more. The heated coil of lust had begun to unwind within his belly and although he strove desperately to force the sensations down into the depths of his bowels, they blossomed with unabashed redemption.
Had he honestly kissed the advisor the way the dark elf had claimed? No, impossible! Never would one such as the haughty Erestor capture the privilege of his desire! Although he and Glorfindel had on occasion shared themselves with others in a trio of passion, Haldir simply could not imagine the dark elf in such a context, although he knew very well that Glorfindel had lain with him long before he even knew of Haldir's existence.
Such is Erestor. He is much like yourself, my love. Taking what he wants regardless of consequence. . .and apparently, it is you that he desires .
Haldir shook his head as Glorfindel's words echoed within his mind.
"We shall see about that," he muttered with a toss of his flaxen locks.
* * * * * * * *
Glorfindel strolled through the private garden of Lord Elrond, his arm linked through that of the Lord of Imladris, for the two had kept close company for many centuries and were closer than any brothers could ever be.
"So tell me, old friend, how is life in Lothlorien? Fallen out of any trees?" Elrond asked with a teasing smile, receiving a reprimanding pinch through the folds of his robes from the golden Lord.
"I do not fall out of trees," Glorfindel said, "I simply misstep."
"Is that how it is, then?" Elrond laughed, his arm winding around Glorfindel's shoulders and giving him an affectionate squeeze. "I must admit, I do miss having you around Imladris, but I understand the ways of love, and when one is called to the mate of his soul, that call must be answered, even it resides in the Golden Wood."
"Yes," Glorfindel agreed, returning Elrond's gesture with a light kiss upon the others cheek. "I suppose you never imagined me to become the mate of Haldir of Lorien." He then chuckled with grin. "And neither did I."
Elrond patted Glorfindel's hand with a fond smile. "Haldir is a most unusual choice, yes, but a very good one. Your happiness is all that has ever mattered to me, dear friend."
And it was true. Never had Elrond seen Glorfindel in such brilliant light before as that which engulfed him when at the side of the March Warden. Odd though the match was, it was most certainly one that would endure the test of time. Elrond knew these things, for he himself had once been very much in love, until that love had been stolen from him by the tainted talons of evil. Yet, despite all of the hardships he had endured, the blessings of his children and the light that they brought into his life more than made up for the heartache he had suffered.
And then there was Anyriand. The young Noldor had come to Imladris in order to study the art of healing, but in Anyriand, Elrond had found more than a mere pupil. Beneath the shy and rather clumsy exterior of the youngling lay an adventurously innocent heart with the desire for uncharted exploration. Elrond had found himself to be a teacher in more ways than one!
"How is Anyriand?" Glorfindel asked as if suddenly intercepting Elrond's train of thought with his own.
Elrond's lips curved into a smile once more. "He is. . " he sighed almost deleriously and grinned, "he is wonderful, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel squeezed his friend's shoulders once more. "Ah, it does my heart good to hear such things, Elrond, for you deserve all the happiness Arda can give."
"Thank you, old friend. And I would say the same of you," Elrond leaned into Glorfindels embrace, returning it fondly. "And speaking of lovers and mates, I believe that is yours approaching."
Glorfindel followed Lord Elrond's gaze towards the path and smiled, for Haldir was, indeed, walking towards them. His gate seemed oddly stiff and one hand was upon his neck as if it pained him. Concern etched Glorfindel's aristocratic features as he excused himself from the Elven Lord and trotted to meet his love.
"Haldir, has something happened to you?" Glorfindel asked, but the March Warden would not meet his eyes, hand still firmly clamped over his neck. "Please, my love, tell me."
Slowly, Haldir raised his head, hand slipping from his neck, revealing the purpled blotch that now branded the pale flesh. "Erestor," Haldir said softly, "he. . .I could not stop him, Glorfindel! He is so insistent! So cunning! I shoved him away, but not before he had. . .eh. . ."
Perhaps Glorfindel would leave him for this mishap despite the intensity of the bond they shared and Haldir could not stomach the thought, for he loved his golden Lord far more than any being he had ever known. Shame colored his cheeks, an emotion that he rarely indulged in, much less harbored willingly. Tensing, he awaited the verbal blow to his heart.
Glorfindel practically melted with adoration, seeing his love humbled so by the haughty demands of Erestor and enfolded the March Warden into his embrace, hugging him tightly.
"So, Erestor saw fit to mark you, did he?" Glorfindel chuckled, "the coy bastard. I should have known your beauty would tempt him beyond his limits. Do not fret, my love, for I understand his methods having sampled them myself."
Haldir pulled away just enough to meet Glorfindels whimsically amused gaze with a look of utter confusion. "But, Glorfindel. . .he kissed me. . .and I. . ."
"Liked it?" Glorfindel interrupted solicitously, cocking one brow at his lover. Upon witnessing Haldir's look of sheer horror, Glorfindel laughed softly. "Meleth, do not worry! Erestor is quite . . . well. . ." a slyly smirking grin overtook Glorfindel's mouth. "Let us just say he can be. . .persuasive."
Haldir groaned a heavy sigh against Glorfindel's shoulder. "I do not know what came over me, meleth. But I swear to you, it shall not happen again."
The golden Lord grinned deviously, a gesture Haldir had rarely seen. "And. . . why not?"
PART VI
"Surely you jest, meleth!" Haldir said, puling away from Glorfindel, a look of utter
shock replacing his former indignation.
Glorfindel merely laughed at the March Warden's rather modest take on the
situation. "It is not as if we have not invited others into our company before, my
love. Perhaps you would not find Erestor so intimidating if he were in a . . . more
compromising position?"
Haldir snorted. "He does NOT intimidate me, Glorfindel. He irritates me with his lurid
forwardness and his insidious commentary. Intimidation is not a factor."
Glorfindel's tone softened as he reached for the bristling Galadhrim's arm. "Haldir,"
he said gently, "whatever you decide is fine. I did not mean to pressure you into an
encounter that you do not wish to be a part of."
Haldir sighed and gathered Glorfindel into his embrace, feeling the soft strands of
flaxen hair kiss his cheeks with their tender caress as he nuzzled the golden Lord's
chin, for his mate was a bit taller than he.
"No, it is I who am sorry, meleth-nin. I. . .do not know why I have reacted in such a
manner. Eh, why does he irritate me so?"
Glorfindel cocked a graceful eyebrow. "Why do you rise to the occasion?"
Haldir chuckled. "Because I cannot let him have the last word. That simply would
not do!"
Glorfindel laughed softly, kissing the top of Haldirs forehead. "I must go, my love.
Lord Elrond awaits my presence at the council. We shall speak more of this later."
"Hmph," Haldir grunted. "There is nothing more to speak of." Taking the golden
Lord's slender hand in his own, he brought it to his lips. "Beguile them with your
wisdom, lirimaer."
The seneschal smiled at Haldir's gesture, feeling a flush creep upward to warm his
cheeks considerably. Only Haldir could make him feel as if he were a shy elfling with
his romantic advances. He bid his lover farewell and glided to where Lord Elrond
stood, waiting politely near the edge of the gardens, unperturbed by Haldir's
display.
"Look at you," Elrond teased, brushing a hand across Glorfindel's pale cheek, "you
blush like a maiden, mellon-nin."
"Oh do be quiet, Heru. . ." Glorfindel chortled, linking his arm with that of Lord
Elrond once more. "I love the arrogance in him, what more can I say?"
"You, my friend, love everything about that haughty March Warden," Elrond
corrected him with a sly grin.
"Yes," Glorfindel mused, "I suppose I do, now dont I?"
* * * * * *
The library was an absolute disaster. It appeared to Erestor that the chamber maid
had not dusted the book shelves in centuries. Although the task was a daunting
one, Erestor had begun it himself, for nothing disgusted him more than the sight of
unkempt literature. Standing atop a stool that was much too short for such a
purpose, he swept the grime from the wooden shelves with a clean polishing cloth,
scowling at bits of ancient fluff settled upon the black velvet of his robes. Brushing
them away most irritably, he paused, scratching his nose vigorously. Dust plumed
around him like a foggy haze and he fanned it away, realizing suddenly that the
reason the shelves were not cleaned regularly was simply because no matter how
much dust he swept away, it merely resettled elsewhere. Including in his sinuses.
He sneezed twice in a most undignified manner, nearly losing his balance upon the
stool. This, he decided, was certainly more trouble than it was worth! Climbing
down from his perch, he nudged the stool aside with one foot and slid a book from
one of the lower shelves, tucking it beneath the sleeve of his robe. Originally, this
had been his purpose for even visiting Elronds lavish library, but the amount of filth
caked up the higher shelves had distracted him from his quest.
Another sneeze erupted from him, nearly doubling him over with the force of it as
he walked to the elaborate desk which was littered with scrolls from his earlier
work. Pushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear, he frowned, rubbing his nose
delicately. Such aggravations were most unbecoming to an elf.
Movement from the doorway caught his eye and Erestor glanced up with a sniffle to
see the March Warden standing before him, a curiously intrigued look upon his face.
A faint flush colored his cheeks at being caught obviously staring and the dark
advisor smiled rather deviously, for it had become a habit of Haldirs to observe him
as of late.
"Good evening Hald-. . .ehh. . ." Erestor paused, pressing the knuckles of one hand
to his nose in an attempt to ward off what was most certainly becoming an
annoyance, but to very little avail. He squeezed his eyes shut with a wincing grind
of his teeth and sneezed again, the sound richly resonant and forced from the
depths of his chest as he nearly stumbled, catching himself via the edge of the
table, looking most annoyed to be inconvenienced by such a aggravation.
Haldir flinched visibly, unable to tear his gaze away from Erestor. Something about
the sight of dark-haired elf losing control that severely over such a simple action
was suddenly most appealing. "Galu," (blessings) he said, his usually smooth voice
wavering as if from the effort of having to speak.
"Eh?" Erestor cocked a brow at the March Warden's sentiment, for never would he
have expected the elf to speak kindly, much less bless him.
The archer was staring at him with such lurid fascination that Erestor resisted the
urge to reach out and pinch him upon the arse just to see what he would do.
Instead, his eyes fluttered closed and another hefty sneeze forced its way from his
body, causing Haldir to twitch slightly, his hands fisting tightly at his sides.
Apparently, Erestor's rather allergic fit was having some sort of bizarre effect upon
the March Warden . . . and a libidinous one at that!
Erestors lips curved into a coy smile and he beckoned to Haldir with the fingers of
one hand. "Come to me, Haldir. I think you would like to hold me while I do this."
The thought was positively ludicrous, but Haldirs feet were in motion before he
could ponder the situation and he came to stand beside the strangely alluring elf.
Erestor took Haldirs hands within his own, sliding his thumbs over the March
Wardens knuckles before wrapping the archers arms around his waist and sidling up
to him, pressing his back to Haldirs chest. The advisors hands grabbed Haldirs hips
from behind, snaking across the curves of the lean body that molded so perfectly to
his own.
Haldir longed to fight the perverse urges that built within him as the darkly sensual elf tipped his head back, lips parted, breath quickening to the rapid tug of Haldir's impending doom. The feel of Erestor's firm caress around Haldir's neck, fingers lacing together, preventing any escape, buttocks pressed brazenly against his crotch was enough to tweak Haldir's arousal into hardened life, and although he struggled to control the reactions of his body, he could not resist them.
"Do you like. . .when I make that strange sound, Haldiiiiir?" Erestor purred, hands winding in a serpentine caress beneath the curtain of silvery hair.
"Aye..." Haldir breathed, nuzzling the golden earring that dangled from Erestors left earlobe.
"Shall I. . . sneeze for you, then? Perhaps. . . on you?" Erestor taunted, eliciting a shivering moan of delectation from the March Warden who had begun to run his hands over Erestor's velvet cloaked chest, fingers toying with the silver buttons of the tightly fitted robes as if uncertain as to their removal.
One hand traveled downward, the other remaining behind Haldir's neck beneath the curtain of his pale hair as Erestor slid his fingers between Haldir's legs, stroking the growing hardness commandingly.
"Oooooh. . ." Haldir moaned, his desire twitching beneath Erestors expertly
manipulative fingers.
"Then you shall ask me. And you had best ask nicely. Convince me that you need it," Erestor purred, the teasing hand suddenly gripping Haldir in a fierce vice.
Haldir's breath hissed from his lungs, gasping as Erestor twisted his wrist just
enough to add a painful edge to the sensations of pleasure that bloomed in
pulsating waves throughout his body.
"Aiya. . .saes. . ." Haldir groaned pleadingly as Erestor tightened his grip.
"Please. . .what?" Erestor growled, his voice a husky rumble near Haldir's ear.
"Saes. . .Errresstor. . .saes. . ." Haldir implored beseechingly.
"Mmmmm..so beautiful you are," Erestor purred, turning sharply to face the March Warden who winced with a startled gasp as Erestor's hands suddenly released their vice-like grip upon him and slid to cradle his face, long fingers caressing the pale skin of his cheeks. "Kiss me, lirimaer."
Haldir could contain himself no longer. With a growl, he shoved the advisor against the bookcase and plunged his tongue into the moist cavern of his mouth, plundering it roughly.
"Is this what you want?" He snarled, gripping Erestor's shoulders before crushing his mouth with his own once more. "Do you, Erestor?"
The hauntingly mellifluous laugh rose taunting from the dark elf who appeared most amused by Haldir's sudden shift in temperament.
"Oooh, Haldir. . . dear me. . ." he chuckled, shaking his head, before giving the March Warden a less than gentle push away from his body.
Grabbing the Galadhrim by the sword belt, Erestor jerked him against his chest, smothering his lips with a breath stealing kiss.
"I know what you need, Haldir. . ."
"You arrogant bastard," Haldir growled, knowing that his voice did not hold the menace he wished, for he did not feel as such.
And that was just a bit disturbing.
A markedly smirking sneer curved the fullness of Erestor's lips. So, Haldir thought him arrogant, did he? Truly, the Lorien archer had no conception of his own haughtiness, for Erestor was certain it could definitely surpass his own!
With a roving hand, he seduced the supple leather of Haldir's breeches where it was warm and snug between his muscular thighs, the material worn to a furred smoothness from the friction of walking. Creeping fingers slid along the length of Haldir's leg. . .downward and then back up again, their touch both insistent and commanding.
Haldir shuddered deliciously in spite of himself. The advisor possessed the kindling of fire within his fingertips and the March Warden could not resist the shivering moan that escaped his lips. Sinking his short nails into the plush velvet of Erestor's robed shoulders, he suddenly crushed the lithe Elf against him, fusing their lips together once more, his feral tongue brazenly tangling with Erestor's own in a fervent dance of lust as he backed the advisor into the scroll-strewn desk.
"Incomprehensible wretch," Haldir rumbled, grabbing the advisors waist roughly and shoving him against the heavy oak furniture. "I despise you."
With a savage jerk, Haldir hauled the dark elf upwards by the hips and slammed his body down upon the desk, backside first. Surprisingly strong legs ensnared the March Warden's waist, binding him closer and a treacherously wicked tongue swept over neck, eliciting a prickle of chills along the finely pale skin.
"Covetous rake," Erestor countered, the back of his hand connecting sharply with Haldir's cheek. "You desire me more than you have ever desired another in your life. Admit it."
Before he could stop himself, Haldir returned the slap with a flat-palmed blow across the dusky smoothness of Erestor's face. Recoiling with a gasp, he stared at his hand as if it were a thing of disgust while the satirical lilt of Erestor's laugh echoed within his ears.
"Oh, do strike me again, Haldir, for I very much enjoy the sting of your anger upon my fair skin," Erestor said, dark eyes dancing with mirth at the sight of the March Warden who had gone quite pale indeed from the realization of his actions.
The March Warden wished to do more than strike him. In fact, he would much enjoy throttling the miscreant until the luridly sneering smile melted from his generously curved mouth and was replaced by nothing more than pliant shock, ending the torment within his loins. But, there were other ways to slake the fires of his unnervingly apparently hunger for the dark Elf and he was not above engaging in them.
"You want it rough, morier?" Haldir demanded, squeezing Erestor's shoulders with painful force.
Cobalt eyes swirling with mischievous dark mirth met those of the March Warden and a villainously lofty smile accentuated the generous mouth, one eyebrow arched audaciously.
"Hurt me, then. . .March Warden," Erestor teased. "Although I highly doubt you have it within you to satisfy me in that manner."
Haldir snorted. Of all the impudent remarks! One hand shot out to grip the long plait that ran the length of Erestor's back, coiling the thickness of it around the clenched fist. With a brutal yank, Haldir snapped the advisor's head back.
"What makes you think I even wish to bed one such as yourself?" The Lorien archer growled, his breath laboring in heated rasps against Erestor's cheek.
"Then walk away from me," Erestor purred smoothly.
Haldir grunted, tightening his grip on Erestor's ridiculously long braid. Why did he long to both rule and submit to this dark elf? Apparently, Erestor found the entire situation most amusing and Haldirs dilemma only served to add to his entertainment.
"You do not deserve my touch," Haldir murmured, leaning closer to the dusky pale flesh of the now exposed neck. "It is you who desire me. . .you who pursue me. . .you. . ."
A pink tongue darted out to sweep the length of Erestor's flesh from collar bone to ear, pausing to nibble at the sensitive lobe, ending with a demanding nip. One hand perused the velvet folds of the advisor's cloak, sliding beneath the tunic it housed and inching downward, fingers lingering upon tightly bound laces, fondling the leather strips with lazy enticement.
Deftly, each knot was unfurled by nimble fingertips, each strand of leather loosened just enough for the March Warden's hand to snake further towards the source of Erestor's heat. Fingers crept through the thatch of moist curls, inching ever closer, one nail scraping against the hardness of Erestor's arousal, where it twitched involuntarily.
A sharp gasp tore from the advisor's chest as Haldir seized his rigid member with a curl of his fist, squeezing with a warrior's seasoned grip.
"You will not taunt me, Erestor," Haldir warned, his voice a silken purr, "for you know not what you provoke. . ."
The tongue laved the opening of Erestor's ear, swirled inside. . .trailed over his lips. Erestor's breath caught in his throat
The hand stroked. The fingers fondled.. Erestor shivered.
And then. . .the vice released him. . .the hand withdrew. . .the tongue abated. . .and the March Warden strolled away, humming a playful folk melody all the while.
PART VIII (AUTHOR'S NOTE: The lovemaking scene between Haldir and Glorfindel was not penned by my hand alone. Leanan2000, who plays Glorfindel in "Rivendell Reflections", had a HUGE hand in things. NO ONE writes a better Glorfindel than her and I could not resist using this scene from our RPG, so thank her for the wonderful emotion between the two Elves, for she touches my heart with her portrayal of Glorfindel and her incredible words. . .and she touches Haldir's as well. . .)
Glorfindel idly scanned the scroll for several long moments, his mind refusing to focus on the ancient and drifting rather to thoughts of his mate. Late was the hour and still, Haldir had not returned. The Council of Elrond had long disbanded, leaving talks of negotiation and strategy to ire another day. As usual, Erestor had bedazzled several mortals with the extent of his warcraft knowledge, eluding to tactics that neither Man nor Elf would have even considered, much less attempted. Yet oddly enough, they were entirely too plausible in many instances. Despite the slyly domineering sadist Erestor so often portrayed, his intelligence in matters of war was none the less, always astonishingly accurate and cunningly expansive.
Glorfindel had to admire him for that, but little else piqued his respect at the moment. The advisor was most obvious in his advances with Haldir and although Glorfindel had found it mildly amusing at first, it was now becoming a meddlesome source of annoyance for him. After all, who would not desire the beautiful March Warden? Both male and female admirers alike vied for the archers attention subtly and blatantly, but it was Glorfindel that held his heart. And for that, he could afford to be a bit smug.
Although the golden Lord had shared his mate and himself with others upon occasion, he was suddenly not so sure that he wanted Erestor sampling the wiles of his magnificent lover. The dark Elf was lasciviously forward in his desire for Haldir and was not likely to take the March Warden's refusal lightly. Especially when Glorfindel knew that his mate perhaps returned the wanting.
Having partaken of Erestor's bedroom skills prior to bonding with Haldir, Glorfindel was all too aware of the advisor's propensity for pain and dominance. He had to admit, the idea of being shackled to the bed had not appealed to him until Erestor had roped him into submission. . .literally. If Erestor was of a mind to have Haldir in a similar position, he would be sorely disappointed! Although Glorfindel had been a somewhat aggressive lover in his past endeavors, the March Warden had stilled his need to conquer and turned his favor towards the sweetness of surrender and on rare occasion, had himself allowed Glorfindel the role of master, a position the golden Lord suspected Haldir had never given to another.
Tossing the scroll aside to lie with the remainder of his studies, Glorfindel laid his head upon the desk and sighed a bit dramatically. The last traces of sunlight had begun to fade from the evening sky, leaving a backdrop of crimson mixed with undertones of the forthcoming night. Perhaps Haldir had taken to the trees, for Glorfindel knew that his mate longed greatly for their company. Rivendell was certainly no place for a Galadhrim. Walls of brick and stone were as dire as a dungeon cell to the Lothlorien Elf and the March Warden made a habit of avoiding them whenever possible.
It had taken Glorfindel quite some time to adjust to life amongst the tree tops, for the lofty heights of Haldir's talan were frighteningly disproportionate to the distance to the ground and the dizzying elevation had made the golden Lord's pulse pound in his throat. True, the talan did have walls. . . in some areas. . . but the expansive platform was still so very. . . altitudinous. Haldir had assured him that the Golden Wood would not let one of her own tumble into the foliage below, for now that Glorfindel was bound to Haldir, so was he bound to Her. This had done little to assuage Glorfindel's dubiousness over the situation until Haldir had unceremoniously pushed him over the edge of the flet to prove his point. All of Lothlorien certainly must have heard the piercing shriek of unabashed terror that ripped from Glorfindel's lungs as he plummeted towards the nearest branch. . . and then landed solidly upon his feet on its limber surface. On shaky legs, he had glanced upwards through the twining limbs to find Haldir crouched near the edge of the platform, peering at him with a smirky grin that clearly read, "I told you so". Glorfindel had shouted a rather lewd curse in Quenyan to the rather amused March Warden who had simply shaken his head. Laughing at Glorfindel, of course. Affectionately, but laughing none the less.
Glorfindel himself now chortled at the memory. Although he would never have the grace of Haldir and his tree-dwelling kin, at least he could now manage to walk a limb without falling into a straddle. . .and this was a feat for the golden Lord who had spent the last several thousand years with his feet planted firmly and gratefully upon solid earth!
"A bit early for sleep, is it not?"
The rough silk of Haldir's unmistakable voice murmured near his ear, the callused tip of one finger tracing the delicate curve of the golden Elfs jaw. So lost in his thoughts had Glorfindel been, he had failed to notice the March Warden enter the room.
With a smile, Glorfindel lifted his head from the desk and caught the hand within his own, bringing it to his lips. "Haldir. . .amaelamin."
The spicy warmth of his mates scent washed over him as Haldir leaned closer, the silvery tips of his thick mane tickling Glorfindel's neck. Suddenly the golden Lord wanted him urgently. Needed him. Needed his touch. . .his passion. . . the assurance that Haldir was as much his as he himself belonged to the March Warden.
Glorfindel rose to his feet rather abruptly, pushing the chair aside with one booted foot as he turned to twine his arms around the neck of his mate, drawing him into his embrace with a tight ferocity that made Haldir gasp in surprise. A heated tongue rasped along the pale flesh of the March Warden's neck and up to the curve of his pointed ear, tickling the whorled opening with a teasing flick.
Haldir needed very little coaxing in the matter, for his lover's desire was compellingly apparent. His lips sought those of the golden Lord, gently and first and then with a more demanding hunger.
The floodgates to Glorfindel's reign on his emotions burst open with the press of Haldir's desperate lips to his. He needed the March Warden so badly, craved his touch and his heat. He pressed his body against his lover's, in an attempt to soothe his unbridled desire.
" Haldir....amin mela lle.....so desperately. . . so. . ." Glorfindel slipped his hands beneath the March Warden's fall of pale silvered hair, his lips seeking out the soft curve of Haldirs neck, suckling and nipping in heated urgency.
Suddenly he stilled himself, his breath ragged, as he rubbed his cheek against Haldir's slowly, moaning softly into his ear.
" Make love to me Haldir....." Glorfindel laid his forehead on the March Wardens shoulder, his breath fanning the pale flesh of his neck. " Saes........"
"Aye," Haldir breathed, wanting to rip the clothing from Glorfindel's body with his teeth, yet he undressed his lover with the slow artfulness of skilled seduction, taking care to lavish every inch of the golden Lord's body with tender kisses as he peeled the tunic from his lover's body, appreciating each curve and swell as if it were the first and last time they would ever touch.
"Lirimaer. . . how radiant you are. . ." Haldir murmured, his hands traveling along the muscular planes of Glorfindel's taut stomach, fingers creeping towards the laces of his breeches, one hand slipping beneath the supple leather and into the moist thatch of curls it concealed.
"How I love you. . ." he purred, trailing feathery kisses along Glorfindel's trembling abdomen, grasping the leather between his teeth and pulling the final knot apart, hands slipping under the waistband of the garment and striping it away from the heated flesh carefully as if Glorfindel's skin were made of a covetous and rare silk to be handled only by the most delicate of touches.
His own breeches soon joined Glorfindel's in the rumpled pile of leather and he straddled his mate's hips, grasping the ends of his tunic with both hands and disrobing every so slowly, revealing the muscled smoothness of his war-honed body at a leisurely pace. One hand shook his characteristic braid free, tossing the leather thong that bound it aside, his full mane of silvery hair tumbling forward to curtain his noble visage most roguishly.
Leaning closer to his lover, he captured his mouth in an ardent kiss, tongue massaging Glorfindel's own with languid fervency. A low, cat-like rumble arose in his throat as he nuzzled the ear of the golden Lord, breathing in the heady scent that rose from his flesh, clean and warm like the residue of freshly formed amber.
"Ready me with your lips, meleth. . .for if I do not have you soon, I fear I shall lose all tact and take you much too roughly. . ." Haldir growled, nabbing Glorfindel's earlobe between his teeth and worrying it playfully.
Glorfindel watched with undisguised desire as Haldir peeled the tunic from his body, the play of muscles as he disrobed enticing him to touch the pale skin with the tips of his fingers. A slight tremble and the rising of gooseflesh were his reward as the March Warden claimed his lips , halting his exploring hands and leaving them to press against the smooth expanse of the Galadrhim's chest.
The golden Lord surrendered to the fervent play of lips against his, returning the passionate kiss with equal attention to exquisite detail. Moaning into Haldir's mouth, he traced the edges of his lover's face with his fingers, stroking the length of his neck and caressing the tips of his ears. Haldir's mouth was his world right now, drawing delicious shivers from his body with each subtle brush of lips and tongue. Glorfindel rolled his head allowing the March Warden to nuzzle his neck, the tingling in his groin already tensing his muscles and quickening his breath.
With a groan of pleasure at Haldir's silken command, Glorfindel slipped his hand down the March Warden's chest, seeking and finding the throbbing pillar of flesh that pulsed against his own. Wrapping his long fingers about its thickness, he stroked firmly and slowly, his thumb pressing against the veined underside with increasing pressure. Snaking down his lover's body, Glorfindel reached the apex of his journey, his mouth surrounding the glistening crown of Haldir's arousal, sharing with his hand the sensual stroking of growing desire. With ease, he took the swollen member deep into his throat, suckling the velvet flesh with lips and tongue, coating him from base to twitching tip with the warm wetness of his mouth.
Easing the moist organ from his lips, he raised his golden head and wrapped his arms about Haldir's back, pulling him hard against him ,and down onto the wooden floor, the March Warden's body atop his own.
"Haldir. . .now. . .aniron. . .saes. . . " Glorfindel moaned softly into his mate's ear, the nails of his hand digging in the muscled flesh of Haldir's shoulder.
Haldir slid his hand beneath Glorfindel's backside, cradling the globes of pale flesh solicitously before clamping down on the curve of hips, lifting his lower body from the coolness of the gleaming wood beneath them.
"Oooh, meleth. . .how I have wanted you. . ." Haldir murmured, parting Glorfindel's thighs with his body, the golden Lord's legs resting upon each of the March Warden's shoulders as he pressed the firmness of his desire against the tightly puckered flesh of Glorfindel's warm cavern.
His rigid member pulsed with impatient urgency as he penetrated his lover with aching slowness, leaning over the golden Elf that moaned beneath him until their bodies fused as one, the intimate embrace of his lover's body enveloping him completely.
A shuddering moan escaped Haldir's lips as he moved against Glorfindel, the slow, undulating gyration of his hips resting shivering gasps of pleasure from his mate, the golden Elf arching to meet his every thrust. Haldir brushed his lips against Glorfindel's own, his tongue sliding along the swollen fullness of the other's lips, snaking between them to sample the honeyed lust of his lover's mouth.
Glorfindel's body stretched as Haldir filled him, his back arching to accommodate his lover's ardent advance. Together they fit like pieces of a puzzle, the March Warden's hips molding to the curve of his backside as they moved in counterpointed rhythm.
Every movement sent sparks of desire though Glorfindel, lighting him from within, the incandescence emanating from every pore of his skin, bathing them both in its soft golden light.
Glorfindel's hands slipped down to grasp Haldirs' rocking hips, pressing the March Warden gently deeper with every thrust. He needed this validation, this surrender. He needed to give himself to Haldir with nothing held back, the door to his soul thrust open.
Closing his eyes, he let himself go.....let his lover's touch carry him along the foamy crest of desire, rolling and gathering momentum as waves of pleasure throbbed against his belly.
Haldir's mouth upon his quickened him, his parted lips ushering gasping breaths, and halting words of whispered passion.
"Aiya .........melethin......I need you........saes.......mela amin..........."
Haldir's hand curled around the hardness of Glorfindel's desire, thumbing the swollen head and swirling the clear silk of passion that teared the tip.
"Meleth. . . you must. . have your release. . .before. . .I have mine," Haldir grunted, slowing his pace slightly, his own peak threatening to wash over him, "for your pleasure. . . it shall send me tumbling into the abyss. . ."
Feeling Glorfindel tremble with every movement, he withdrew almost completely and rocked teasingly within the golden Lord, his lovemaking but a tickling taunt as Glorfindel's body practically begged to be taken. . . his hips bucking against Haldir demandingly.
Squeezing Glorfindel's throbbing member tantalizingly, Haldir stroked him with a gentle roughness, the calluses upon his fingers rubbing the soft flesh enticingly.
"Come for me, lirimaer. . .give yourself over to my touch. . ."
Glorfindel's head rolled back against the unyielding floor, his hips thrusting forward , his erection slipping through Haldir's fist with torturous ease. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he focused his whole body upon the throb between his legs, giving himself over to the cresting wave of desire that threatened to break over him at a moment's notice.
Haldir's impassioned appeal broke his fragile hold on his desperate need , his body tensing and thrusting into the March Warden's hand.
Searing heat burst through the cool of the impeding night, flushing Glorfindel's flesh with the rush his release. Waves of pulsing pleasure surged forward sweeping the golden Lord from the stone walls of his chamber and casting him upon a rolling sea of ecstasy.
" Aye....... meleth-nin....aye......"
Glorfindel clutched at Haldir's hips his body trembling with surrender as his hot seed covered his belly , gushing in pulsating streams through his lover's fingers.
The March Warden threw back his head with a lusty cry as the heat of his mates desire coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the tangy juices of Glorfindel's seed from them as he thrust deeply into the golden Lord's enfolding intimacy. . . withdrawing slowly and then plunging in again once more, jolts of fiery pleasure searing their way through his groin until they consumed him with the flame of liberation, the force of his release stealing the breath from his lungs, the only sound escaping his lips a strangled gasp of whimpering pleasure, ending in a collapsing sigh of relief as he sprawled atop Glorfindel, panting and spent.
Cradling his lover's head against his sweat sheened body, he kissed the still parted lips, ripe with the passion of their joining and stroked the golden hair gently, marveling at its silky texture, savoring the warmth of the mulled amber-like fragrance it always held. Rolling onto his side, he gathered Glorfindel into his arms and held him against his bare chest, feeling the intricate dance of their hearts as the rhythms entwined into a single pulse, feeling the true union of their souls without fear or inhibition, the oneness of their beings.
"Amin. . .Glorfindel. . .amaelamin. . ." Haldir breathed, gazing into the pure clarity of his mate's eyes, for not even the skies nor their heavens were of such a virtuous blue.
Glorfindel rolled into Haldir's embrace wrapping his legs about his mate's, fusing his body with the same need for oneness that cried out from his bursting heart. The steady thrum of blood through his veins warmed his skin to a molten heat, Haldir's body melting against his.
He peered into his lover's soul, almost swooning at the purity of the emotion burning there. Haldir was the piece that was missing, the reason why he returned to this world, and the reason why he would stay.
"Amin naa lle, Haldir. . meleth nin. . ."
Erestor draped himself lazily over the arm of the wing-backed chair, a chalice of wine cupped loosely with his hand, the fingernails of the other tracing idly over his bare chest, for he had not bothered to rebutton his obscenely tight tunic. Occasionally, he sipped the crimson liquid, relishing the slightly bitter tang of the pungent liquor. A random kitchen servant had quelled his sexual frustration, although Erestor suspected the youngling would not be able to walk comfortably for several days. Nor would he be able to sit.
A wry smirk curved Erestor's lips as he pinched his own nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Ah, the joys of a decent riding crop!
"Erestor."
The sound of his name brought him out of his sexual revelry and back into the present. He recognized the owner of the softly melodic intonation very well and did not bother looking up from his wine goblet.
Swirling the liquid about in its silver encasement, he said simply, "yes?"
The voice became suddenly stern. "I must speak with you."
Erestor resisted the urge to fairly groan at the request which was really more of a command. The last thing he wished to do was engage in conversation of any nature, especially with Haldir's mate.
"What is it, Glorfindel?" he asked rather irritably, for the golden Lord had interrupted a most pleasurable sexual aftermath.
Cataloging the flail of each whip stroke to memory would have to wait until later. How utterly annoying.
The shadow of the rather tall elf cloaked his view of the wine's entrancing reflection and he frowned most contentiously. With his braid draping to the floor, Erestor glanced up at Glorfindel, not bothering to hide his utter displeasure at being interrupted from his fantasy.
"You are having a grand time toying with the emotions of my beloved, are you not?" Glorfindel asked pointedly, folding his arms across his chest while shooting Erestor a rather cool look.
Erestor laughed openly, knowing the taunting ring of his merriment would further vex Glorfindel. "I have not toyed with him any more than he deserves, my dear Glorfindel," the advisor replied languidly, savoring another swallow of wine.
The golden Lord visibly bristled at the mockingly spoken endearment before bending to scrape his nail across the pale flesh of Erestor's bare chest, the skin glowing a rosy pink in its wake.
"Oh my," Erestor said with an air of boredom, "it would seem that all seek to hurt me on this eve. How very amusing."
One golden eyebrow arched upward. "Hurt you? I would not give you the pleasure."
A snaked from the side of the chair, grasping Glorfindel's wrist and pulling him closer. "Oh, but you used to. . ." Erestor purred. "As I recall, you rather enjoyed hurting me." He ran his tongue brazenly over the elegant neck of the golden Lord, ending with a sharp nip upon his ear. "But you much preferred it when I was the one doing the hurting. . ."
Glorfindel knew the audacious familiarity of the advisor's touch. It was true, he and Erestor had shared many evenings in the company of each other's embrace, but that was
before. . .
"Mmmmm. . .Glorfindel. . .kiss me. . ." Erestor commanded in his sultry Gyspy-esk accent, laving the lobe of the golden Lord's ear with the moist warmth of his tongue.
How could one Elf be so insistently seductive at every waking moment? Glorfindel's hand wound the thick plait of hair into a tight coil around his fist. So, Erestor wanted to play, did he? Very well. . .
"Kiss you?" Glorfindel taunted, his lips scant inches from those of the advisor. "Yes, you would like that, would you not. . .for me to thrust my tongue between those ripe lips of yours and taste you. . .and allow you to taste me, as we have done before . . ." Nimble fingers crept along the velvety leather of Erestor's breeches, lingering dangerously close to the heat of the advisor's very apparent arousal. "Do you remember, Erestor?" Glorfindel purred, stroking the hardness through the thin prison of material with a scratch of his nails. "How I made you moan, morier? How I made you scream?"
Erestor smirked, but arched his hips against the rake of Glorfindel's nails. "Moan, perhaps. . .but never did I scream, my beautiful one. . ." The smirk curved into an evil smile. "But you did."
"Then you shall learn what it is like to scream."
Erestor perked an ear. That sentiment had not come from Glorfindel, for the voice was deeper, more sultry. More languid. More like. . .
Haldir.
The sound of a heavy bolt engaging the door to the study echoed with an ominous clack throughout the spacious room followed by the slow click of booted heels upon the wooden floor. . .the swish of fabric bound in contrapuntal rhythm to the slink of the March Warden's sauntering stride . . . the rumbling unfurl of a deep chuckle.
Hands suddenly gripped his shoulders, pinning him almost painfully to the chair in which he lounged, the now empty wine goblet clattering to the floor with metallic clank. Glorfindel bore his weight down up Erestor's lithe body, nearly crushing the breath from him as Haldir approached, the heady scent of wild grasses mixed with earthen masculinity washing over the advisor's senses.
"Is this a bad time, Erestor?" Haldir asked, casually inspecting the cuticle of one nail. "Or is there a heavy weight upon your mind?"
"What manner of trickery is this?" Erestor hissed, struggling in vain against the vice of Glorfindel's grasp. "Do you intend to rape me here in the study? The two of you? Oh, that would be grand. . .absolutely grand!" he spat, shooting Glorfindel a luck of disgust from beneath his dark lashes, lip curling into a livid sneer.
Haldir quirked a brow. "Rape you? Why in all of Arda would we concede to raping you when you will come willingly?" The March Warden bent closer, his breath stirring the loose hairs of Erestor's braid. "And you will come, morier. . .oh yes. . .you will. . ."
So intent was Erestor's gaze upon the cobalt orbs that twinkled deviously, he did not even notice the length of Elvish rope that draped loosely from the Lorien Elf's fingers until it was suddenly wound around his chest, binding him the chair almost painfully.
"Untie me this instant!" Erestor snarled vehemently as Glorfindel's questing hand probed the pocket of his robes, triumphantly emerging with a delicate square of burgundy clasped between his fingers which he unceremoniously stuffed into Erestor's mouth, binding a longer length of fabric over it and behind his head tightly so that the advisor was effectively gagged.
At once, Erestor's valiant struggling ceased as the rope tightened instinctively upon his tensing muscles. He knew that the more he sought to free himself, the tauter the rope would draw.
Smiling solicitously, Glorfindel swept towards his mate who sauntered slinkily before him, his hands coming to rest upon the golden Lord's hips.
"Haldir," Glorfindel began casually, the fingers of one hand hooking beneath the waistband of the March Warden's snug breeches, "how did Erestor touch you?"
"Like this," Haldir replied with a sly grin, slipping the Balrog slayer's hand further down the laces of his garment until they met with the growing bulge between his thighs.
"Did he touch you like this?" Glorfindel purred, leaning closer as his hand sought to massage Haldir's hardening arousal, his tongue flicking lightly over the March Warden's ear. "Or this?" The fingers nimbly tugged the laces free and worked their way into the folds of the soft leather teasingly.
"Glorfindel.." Haldir moaned softly, arching his hips against the lurid touch of his mate's wandering hand.
"Does my touch excite you, meleth?" Glorfindel continued silkily. "Does it arouse you?"
"Mmmmmm. . ." Haldir rumbled, his lips seeking those of the lithe Elf before him. "You arouse me, amaelamin. . ."
"I want you, Haldir. . ." Glorfindel growled, taking the tender lobe of the March Warden's ear between his teeth and giving it a sound nip. "Take off your breeches. . ."
Erestor's eyes widened in disbelief. Surely they did not mean to. . .? In front of him? While he merely watched?
"Erestor likes to listen," Glorfindel said as Haldir dropped his vestments to the floor, toeing off his boots in the process. "Perhaps he would like to watch as well." His eyes roamed over the fine sleekness of his mate's naked thighs, over the proud swell of his impressive erection. "And your tunic Haldir. Take it off. Now."
"Yes, Heruamin. . .*" Haldir complied with an obedience that both stunned and infuriated Erestor. How dare the haughty March Warden defy him and yet take orders from Glorfindel as if they were merely the natural order of things??
Glorfindel strolled over to the scroll strewn desk and with a grandiose sweep of his arm, sent the literature scattering to the floor as he hopped onto the dark-finished furniture, beckoning to Haldir with a crook of his finger.
"My boots, Haldir. Remove them," Glorfindel said with an air of feigned boredom as the March Warden knelt to pull the leather footwear free.
"Shall I remove your breeches as well, Heruamin?" Haldir asked with a lop-sided smile as he tossed the boots aside.
"Yes," Glorfindel conceded. "I have little use for them now."
Haldir crept between his thighs and snaked up the Balrog slayer's body, grasping the leather stays between his teeth and giving them a sharp yank. He then spat out the dangling bindings and nuzzled the golden nest of curls that peered from beneath the flaps of Glorfindel's breeches ardently, breathing in the musky fragrance of his mate's sex as the golden Lord wriggled free of his pants, Haldir drawing them down his hips to discard them along with the forsaken boots.
"You may disrobe me of my tunic, Haldir. I do not see any further need for it to remain."
"Yes, Heruamin. . ."
The tunic as well joined the growing pile of clothing and shoes as Erestor stared at the two blatantly naked Elves twined within each others embrace, tongues luridly tangled in a passionate kiss, Glorfindel's hand buried commandingly within Haldir's thick mane.
A new discomfort began to grow within the confines of Erestor's breeches and as much as he despised his body for rebelling in such a manner, he could do naught to control it. Watching the beautiful creatures pair wrapped in a tangle of limbs as they caressed and fondled parts of each other that Erestor so desperately wished to touch himself was almost too much to bear, especially when the golden Lord shoved his mate backwards against the desk much in the same way Erestor himself had been pushed earlier that afternoon.
The March Warden lay supine across the desk, his tousled silvery locks spread like rippling mithril upon the dark finished wood as Glorfindel moved towards him, his hardened arousal dangerously ready to impale his lover at any given moment as he uncorked a phial of oil that Haldir tossed his way, lubing his swollen member generously.
"Spread your legs for me, Haldir," Glorfindel ordered, his hand parting the muscular thighs roughly before stroking his mate's hardness with a practiced hand, exacting a moan from the prone Lorien Elf who arched into his touch, completing the rhythm with the graceful curve of his sleek body.
Gripping Haldirs hips, Glorfindel jerked him against his naked body, his slickened erection pressing against the pale globes of Haldir's buttocks, which he cupped with both hands and squeezed lewdly. Powerful thighs slipped around the Balrog slayer's waist, crushing him against the lean body as the legs curled around his back, holding him captive. The golden Lord leaned closer, his eyes glittering with the heat of lust, lips curved into a wicked smile as he gazed deeply into Haldir's eager cobalt orbs.
"Amin. . ." Glorfindel growled, tightening his hold upon Haldirs trim waist.
"Aye," the March Warden sighed breathlessly, head thrown back in expectation, silvered locks spilling over the desks edge.
Erestor's breath hissed from the corners of the gag as the golden Lord impaled his lover deeply right there upon the desk. . .his desk. . .the magnificent Lorien Elf gasping with a convulsive shiver as Glorfindel buried himself to the hilt within Haldir's taut body.
"Aiiiiyaaaa! Aniron!" Haldir cried as Glorfindel took him hard once more, slamming his lean form against the solidity of the oak desk, his penetration swift and controlled until the March Warden fairly thrashed beneath the vice of his hands which still grabbed his hips so very tightly.
The advisor's hardness pulsed in time with the seductive hammer of Glorfindel's hypnotically rough desire, threatening to tear through the lacing of his breeches, and for once, he desperately wished that they were not so binding. Every wriggle of his body sent waves of pleasure rippling throughout his body with uncontrollable heat.
Through groans of intense pleasure, Haldir actually had the audacity to turn and smile in Erestor's direction, his expression blissfully carnal.
"Do you enjoy your watch, Erestor?" Glorfindel called raggedly. "Do you like watching Haldir as I make him moan? As I make him scream?"
With a violent thrust of his hips, Glorfindel drove into his mate's body so deeply that Haldir threw back his head and cried out his name in a trembling moan that threatened to rest the tingle in Erestor's loins to a full blown fire of release.
"Erestor," Haldir panted, his eyes dark slits of smoldering passion. "Watch me as I. . oooh. . .Errreeestorrrr. . .I. . .am. . .oooohh. . ."
A lusty cry sang through the air, ringing plaintively off the study's stone walls and quite possibly filling the entire House of Elrond as Haldir succumbed to his release, Glorfindel's climatic groan coalescing with the fervent urgency of Haldirs tone, the March Warden's eyes never leaving those of the advisor as the dark haired Elf ground his teeth against the cloth that gagged him. Haldir's outcry tore into his groin like claws of molten fire, ripping a scream of passion from his lung muffled by the burgundy handkerchief so carelessly stuffed into his mouth. He strained against the Elvish rope that bound him regardless of how it burned his flesh, unable to stave off the impending rush of pleasure that shot through his thighs and spiraled through his belly, his engorged member pulsing with sticky heat as the force of his own desire swept over him, soaking the soft leather of his breeches.
Erestor squeezed his eyes shut, unable to bear the March Warden's passion laden gaze any longer. How could he have allowed the control over his own body to falter so disgracefully? Surely he would never hear the end of such things from Glorfindel and his mate now. . .
"Erestor...."
The voice was familiar. . .gently so. Callused hands brushed against the advisor's sweaty temples as the gag fell away, the handkerchief pulled from mouth and dropped into his lap.
The warmth of naked flesh pressed against his body as the March Warden straddled him, untying the rope that bound him to the chair.
"What do you want from me, Haldir?" Erestor snarled bitterly. "You have had your amusement. Now leave me be!"
Surprisingly soft lips brushed his mouth and Erestor shivered in spite of himself.
"I want you."
Erestor's eyes widened in shock before narrow with suspicion as Haldir slid down the length of his body, pausing to unlace the snugly fitted breeches with only the aid of his teeth before pulling them over Erestor's narrow hips.
The advisor's gaze darted about the room for signs of Glorfindel, but the Balrog slayer was nowhere to be seen, his clothing having left the rumpled pile near the door.
The warmth of Haldir's tongue laved languidly over Erestors quickly hardening member, licking the last traces of sticky release from the pale skin before slipping the saliva slick flesh and suckling with eager relish.
"Haldir. . ." Erestor moaned, his fingers tangling in the silken hair with a desperate arch of his hips against the massaging pulse of the March Wardens' roaming tongue.
Glancing up from the seduction of Erestor's most intimate part, Haldir smiled slyly. "Come to me, Erestor. . ."
The advisor practically melted from the chair and into Haldir's waiting embrace, his lips joining eagerly with those of the sensual pale-haired archer as the two fell to the floor twined within each others arms.
Just for this one night, Erestor would shed his pride and allow himself to be mastered by the cool Lorien beauty's touch. . . the night air carrying with it not only the sounds of the myriad creatures of Imladris, but also the hauntingly sweet submission of Erestor's impassioned cries.
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