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seethingheathenTitle: Change of Plans (Feb 2003)
Pairing(s): Haldir/?, Haldir/Legolas
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Haldir sets out to teach Legolas a lesson, and then changes his mind. Why? I don't know! It's smut. It doesn't have to make any bloody sense.
Notes: All characters in this fic are Tolkien's, not mine. This story was written for entertainment only and no profit whatsoever is being made.
Archive: Haldir Lives! as, yes, you guessed it- Merenwen the Felafel Queen.
Legolas loved to walk through Lothlorien at night. Ever since the fellowship had arrived two weeks before, that's what he had done each night. Sometimes he would climb to the topmost branches of a mallorn tree and look around at the beautiful city of Caras Galadhon; other times he would remove his clothes and bathe in the river. He had to do something to take his mind off the horrible loss he and his companions had suffered; it would do no good to go on crying forever. It was best to remember Gandalf for the great wizard he was, and how bravely he had held the Balrog at bay, saving them all. Legolas sighed deeply, knowing that was not an easy task.
When he had grown tired of walking and climbing for the evening, Legolas started back to his room in the city. He had been offered quarters among the border guards, so he was staying in the same corridor as the March Warden. Legolas had to pass Haldir's door every night on the way to his own. The two Elves had spent considerable time together, and had become fast friends. On this night, as he was passing, he heard strange noises coming from the Guardian's room, so he stopped to listen. As soon as realised what it was, Legolas felt embarrassed for having done so. However, he did not move. Haldir was no doubt taking his pleasure with one of the Elven women to which his position would have afforded him access. Cries of unbridled passion filled the air, and no one, Man or Elf, could have helped but hear. But the voice crying out wasn't that of a woman; it had to be Haldir's own, although it sounded nothing like him. She must be torturing him, Legolas thought.
As he stood there listening, Legolas felt himself becoming aroused. His erection was straining painfully against his leggings, begging for release from its fabric prison. Despite the aching between his legs, Legolas dared not move to pleasure himself. He was too afraid that at any moment Haldir's door would burst open, and he would be spotted. He was torn between creeping into the shadows and listening for more, and walking nonchalantly to his room and going in. He opted for the former. Legolas, although disciplined to a fault, was not about to deny himself this pleasure. Stealthily, he slunk behind a mallorn, perking his ears at any sound coming from the direction of Haldir's room. There hadn't been any sounds for a long while, and Legolas began to lose interest. That's when the door opened.
The Prince nearly fainted dead away when he saw one of the border guards emerge from Haldir's quarters. The voice he heard was not the Warden's after all! He tried, and failed, to stifle a laugh. He had never imagined that his new friend favoured the company of his guardsmen. Perhaps Legolas could use this knowledge to his advantage, at least once.
"Legolas," spoke a voice, seemingly from nowhere. He had to steady himself once again. "Did you enjoy that?" Haldir, wearing only his silken robe, was now standing in front of the startled Elf.
"I know not of what you speak, Haldir." Legolas lied, knowing as he said the words, Haldir knew better.
"Come now, Legolas. I can see for myself that you did." Haldir looked down at the voyeur's tell-tale erection. "I can give you something you would take even greater pleasure in." Haldir grasped Legolas' arm, and pulled him from behind the tree. "Or," a devilish smile spread across his lips, "I can teach you all about the evils of eavesdropping." He led Legolas into his room and pushed him down onto the bed on his stomach. The sheets still smelled of the lovemaking that had occurred shortly before, which served to further the Prince"s arousal. Haldir untied the knot in his robe and used the tie to bind Legolas' hands behind him, Legolas not protesting a bit. "Do you want to know what it was that you had the benefit of hearing? I am sure you do, I can see it. Your body gives you away, cousin." Haldir yanked Legolas' leggings down to his ankles, and caressed the bare skin of his buttocks. "Do you want me, Legolas? I want you to tell me if you do." He covered his index finger in his own saliva, and placed it just at the tight ring of flesh that lay between the mounds. Legolas sucked air through his teeth as Haldir slowly inserted the finger into his body. He found the centre of the Elf's passion and began to stroke it. "Tell me, and I'll give you more."
All Legolas could manage was a groan. Haldir didn't stop. He wasn't going to until he had heard what he wanted to hear. "I want you," Legolas breathed. "Now stop teasing me! Take what you want!"
Haldir continued his actions, ignoring Legolas' pleas for mercy. "I did not hear you." He inserted a second finger, turning both around inside his captive's body, slipping them in and out.
"I want you!" Legolas spoke a fraction louder this time.
"Still, I hear nothing." A third slender finger entered Legolas; this was absolute torture for the Prince, who longed to be pierced with more than just Haldir's fingers.
"I want you! Curse you, Haldir!" Elvish screams split the air. "Have you no heart?" Legolas squirmed on the bed, hands bound to prevent him from relieving his strain. The silk was soft, but Haldir had tied it fast.
"I should think this is much better than crouching in the shadows alone, would you not agree?" He slowly removed his fingers from Legolas' stretched opening.
"If I were alone, I would not be tortured thus! If you will not please me, at least unbind me so that I may do it myself!"
"I think not, fair one. You will have your release soon enough, but not before you've learnt 'tis not polite to spy." The Guardian straddled Legolas' back so that he was looking at his feet, the Prince's hands forced painfully up against the silken fabric on Haldir's back. Bending forward, he placed his tongue at the cleft of Legolas' buttocks, running it down the length of the slit and licking the outside of the opening that awaited him. The captive Elf nearly screamed when the tip of Haldir's tongue lightly penetrated him; he trembled at the warm wetness, rolling his hips so that his sex rubbed against the sheets. Perhaps he could bring himself to his peak. "Ah, ah, ah," Haldir scolded, holding Legolas still. "Soon, but not yet. I presume you are far too delicious to waste." He got up off of Legolas and unbound his hands. "I shall see."
Haldir instructed Legolas to sit on the edge of the bed where he knelt in front of him, a beautiful ivory shaft jutting from between Legolas' creamy thighs. He touched the tip with his finger, catching the drop of clear liquid that had emerged. The Guardian put his finger to his lips, savouring his companion's taste. He looked up at Legolas, whose eyes were nearly rolled back in his head, and reached to kiss him.
The Elves' lips met, and heat coursed through Haldir's body. His prior cockiness melted away when Legolas' tongue slid into his mouth, searching for and finding his own tongue, caressing it, swirling around it. He felt as though he had fallen under a spell. Haldir took himself in hand, moving his fingers up and down his length, doing to himself what he had imagined Legolas doing a thousand times since their first meeting, but never having asked for fear of offending a friend. The Prince was all Haldir could think of, even when he was trysting with one of his lovers; finding Legolas outside that night had opened a door. Taking a chance, he stepped through, hiding his eagerness behind arrogance. Now he wanted to relinquish control to Legolas, to see where his passion took him.
"No, Haldir," Legolas whispered, breaking the kiss. "Let me be the one who gives you pleasure, at least for this night." Haldir nodded, suddenly unable to speak, and pulled Legolas back down for another kiss, causing him to fall from the bed. "Cursed leggings," Legolas hissed, and Haldir pulled them off. He removed Legolas' tunic and his own robe as well, and cast the garments to the side.
Haldir lay back on the floor, the cool stone feeling good against his hot skin. Legolas positioned himself above Haldir and rested an arm on the floor to either side of his head. The Guardian's legs parted, allowing Legolas to settle in, bringing them cock to cock. Haldir wrapped his legs around the Prince, holding him fast; Legolas responded with a roll of his hips, nearly sending Haldir over the edge. Elven lips met again; Elven tongues danced their erotic dance once more. Haldir trailed his fingers down Legolas' back, and the woodland Elf thrust against him again and again, until the friction became too much for either to bear.
Taking Haldir's pulsing cock into his hand, Legolas stroked up and down, his fingers making a tight ring around the flesh. Haldir bucked and moaned, his pleasure mounting, until at last, he spilt forth into Legolas' hand and lay panting on the floor. Legolas took the silvery liquid and rubbed it down the length of his own sex, licking the remainder from his fingers.
"I have thus been spoilt, Haldir," he spoke, "as now I will never be able to taste of another without longing for the sweetness that is yours alone."
"Never must you long for it, my Prince, for it is yours forever."
"And what of your other lovers?" Legolas placed Haldir's legs onto his shoulders, and moved to enter him, unaware that he was the first to ever attempt such a thing. As Legolas' cock pressed against the opening, Haldir closed his eyes tight and held his breath. A cry escaped the Warden's lips as he was penetrated for the first time.
"What of them?" Haldir's jaw was clenched tight, fighting the pain being caused him. He finally relaxed and Legolas began his slow thrusting. "While I have taken others, no one has laid his claim to me until now." The Guardian's eyes closed, his hands pressed hard against the floor. In and out, in and out, Legolas moved gently, taking his time to find his release within the depths of Haldir's body. His soft moans were barely audible up until the moment his passion erupted, when he gripped Haldir's legs and called out. He withdrew, silver translucence spilling onto the floor, and collapsed against the bed. Haldir, unable to move for a few moments, lay flat on his back staring at the ceiling.
"Are you alright?" Legolas laughed as Haldir lifted his head.
"Mm hmm," came the moaned reply, "I just need a moment to gather my wits about me."
"That could take more than a moment, I fear." Both Elves laughed at this, and Legolas offered his hand in assistance, pulling Haldir up so they faced each other. "If I had known you enjoyed such sport," he added, "I would have sought it from you sooner."
Haldir smiled as he recalled his own thoughts. He reached out and touched the Prince's hair. "I should like you to spend the duration of your stay in my quarters with me. I fear I would be lonely if you refused."
Legolas repeated his previous question to Haldir. "What of your other lovers, Haldir? I assume you have many. They would miss your company."
"Indeed they may, my Prince, but I would not miss theirs if I shared my bed with you." He placed a kiss on Legolas' lips. "Saying goodnight is a torture to me, as I am denied the pleasure of gazing upon your fair countenance until we meet for the morning meal."
"Then I shall accept your offer, Haldir of Lorien. You will not be rid of me until I depart with the Fellowship, be warned." A smile graced the lips of the Elf as he spoke.
The lovers got up from the floor and into Haldir's bed, soon falling fast asleep within each other's embrace. Thus they spent every night until Legolas' sad departure toward an unknown fate. They knew not whether they would meet again, but if they did it would be a sweet reunion indeed.
End
Pairing(s): Haldir/?, Haldir/Legolas
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Haldir sets out to teach Legolas a lesson, and then changes his mind. Why? I don't know! It's smut. It doesn't have to make any bloody sense.
Notes: All characters in this fic are Tolkien's, not mine. This story was written for entertainment only and no profit whatsoever is being made.
Archive: Haldir Lives! as, yes, you guessed it- Merenwen the Felafel Queen.
Legolas loved to walk through Lothlorien at night. Ever since the fellowship had arrived two weeks before, that's what he had done each night. Sometimes he would climb to the topmost branches of a mallorn tree and look around at the beautiful city of Caras Galadhon; other times he would remove his clothes and bathe in the river. He had to do something to take his mind off the horrible loss he and his companions had suffered; it would do no good to go on crying forever. It was best to remember Gandalf for the great wizard he was, and how bravely he had held the Balrog at bay, saving them all. Legolas sighed deeply, knowing that was not an easy task.
When he had grown tired of walking and climbing for the evening, Legolas started back to his room in the city. He had been offered quarters among the border guards, so he was staying in the same corridor as the March Warden. Legolas had to pass Haldir's door every night on the way to his own. The two Elves had spent considerable time together, and had become fast friends. On this night, as he was passing, he heard strange noises coming from the Guardian's room, so he stopped to listen. As soon as realised what it was, Legolas felt embarrassed for having done so. However, he did not move. Haldir was no doubt taking his pleasure with one of the Elven women to which his position would have afforded him access. Cries of unbridled passion filled the air, and no one, Man or Elf, could have helped but hear. But the voice crying out wasn't that of a woman; it had to be Haldir's own, although it sounded nothing like him. She must be torturing him, Legolas thought.
As he stood there listening, Legolas felt himself becoming aroused. His erection was straining painfully against his leggings, begging for release from its fabric prison. Despite the aching between his legs, Legolas dared not move to pleasure himself. He was too afraid that at any moment Haldir's door would burst open, and he would be spotted. He was torn between creeping into the shadows and listening for more, and walking nonchalantly to his room and going in. He opted for the former. Legolas, although disciplined to a fault, was not about to deny himself this pleasure. Stealthily, he slunk behind a mallorn, perking his ears at any sound coming from the direction of Haldir's room. There hadn't been any sounds for a long while, and Legolas began to lose interest. That's when the door opened.
The Prince nearly fainted dead away when he saw one of the border guards emerge from Haldir's quarters. The voice he heard was not the Warden's after all! He tried, and failed, to stifle a laugh. He had never imagined that his new friend favoured the company of his guardsmen. Perhaps Legolas could use this knowledge to his advantage, at least once.
"Legolas," spoke a voice, seemingly from nowhere. He had to steady himself once again. "Did you enjoy that?" Haldir, wearing only his silken robe, was now standing in front of the startled Elf.
"I know not of what you speak, Haldir." Legolas lied, knowing as he said the words, Haldir knew better.
"Come now, Legolas. I can see for myself that you did." Haldir looked down at the voyeur's tell-tale erection. "I can give you something you would take even greater pleasure in." Haldir grasped Legolas' arm, and pulled him from behind the tree. "Or," a devilish smile spread across his lips, "I can teach you all about the evils of eavesdropping." He led Legolas into his room and pushed him down onto the bed on his stomach. The sheets still smelled of the lovemaking that had occurred shortly before, which served to further the Prince"s arousal. Haldir untied the knot in his robe and used the tie to bind Legolas' hands behind him, Legolas not protesting a bit. "Do you want to know what it was that you had the benefit of hearing? I am sure you do, I can see it. Your body gives you away, cousin." Haldir yanked Legolas' leggings down to his ankles, and caressed the bare skin of his buttocks. "Do you want me, Legolas? I want you to tell me if you do." He covered his index finger in his own saliva, and placed it just at the tight ring of flesh that lay between the mounds. Legolas sucked air through his teeth as Haldir slowly inserted the finger into his body. He found the centre of the Elf's passion and began to stroke it. "Tell me, and I'll give you more."
All Legolas could manage was a groan. Haldir didn't stop. He wasn't going to until he had heard what he wanted to hear. "I want you," Legolas breathed. "Now stop teasing me! Take what you want!"
Haldir continued his actions, ignoring Legolas' pleas for mercy. "I did not hear you." He inserted a second finger, turning both around inside his captive's body, slipping them in and out.
"I want you!" Legolas spoke a fraction louder this time.
"Still, I hear nothing." A third slender finger entered Legolas; this was absolute torture for the Prince, who longed to be pierced with more than just Haldir's fingers.
"I want you! Curse you, Haldir!" Elvish screams split the air. "Have you no heart?" Legolas squirmed on the bed, hands bound to prevent him from relieving his strain. The silk was soft, but Haldir had tied it fast.
"I should think this is much better than crouching in the shadows alone, would you not agree?" He slowly removed his fingers from Legolas' stretched opening.
"If I were alone, I would not be tortured thus! If you will not please me, at least unbind me so that I may do it myself!"
"I think not, fair one. You will have your release soon enough, but not before you've learnt 'tis not polite to spy." The Guardian straddled Legolas' back so that he was looking at his feet, the Prince's hands forced painfully up against the silken fabric on Haldir's back. Bending forward, he placed his tongue at the cleft of Legolas' buttocks, running it down the length of the slit and licking the outside of the opening that awaited him. The captive Elf nearly screamed when the tip of Haldir's tongue lightly penetrated him; he trembled at the warm wetness, rolling his hips so that his sex rubbed against the sheets. Perhaps he could bring himself to his peak. "Ah, ah, ah," Haldir scolded, holding Legolas still. "Soon, but not yet. I presume you are far too delicious to waste." He got up off of Legolas and unbound his hands. "I shall see."
Haldir instructed Legolas to sit on the edge of the bed where he knelt in front of him, a beautiful ivory shaft jutting from between Legolas' creamy thighs. He touched the tip with his finger, catching the drop of clear liquid that had emerged. The Guardian put his finger to his lips, savouring his companion's taste. He looked up at Legolas, whose eyes were nearly rolled back in his head, and reached to kiss him.
The Elves' lips met, and heat coursed through Haldir's body. His prior cockiness melted away when Legolas' tongue slid into his mouth, searching for and finding his own tongue, caressing it, swirling around it. He felt as though he had fallen under a spell. Haldir took himself in hand, moving his fingers up and down his length, doing to himself what he had imagined Legolas doing a thousand times since their first meeting, but never having asked for fear of offending a friend. The Prince was all Haldir could think of, even when he was trysting with one of his lovers; finding Legolas outside that night had opened a door. Taking a chance, he stepped through, hiding his eagerness behind arrogance. Now he wanted to relinquish control to Legolas, to see where his passion took him.
"No, Haldir," Legolas whispered, breaking the kiss. "Let me be the one who gives you pleasure, at least for this night." Haldir nodded, suddenly unable to speak, and pulled Legolas back down for another kiss, causing him to fall from the bed. "Cursed leggings," Legolas hissed, and Haldir pulled them off. He removed Legolas' tunic and his own robe as well, and cast the garments to the side.
Haldir lay back on the floor, the cool stone feeling good against his hot skin. Legolas positioned himself above Haldir and rested an arm on the floor to either side of his head. The Guardian's legs parted, allowing Legolas to settle in, bringing them cock to cock. Haldir wrapped his legs around the Prince, holding him fast; Legolas responded with a roll of his hips, nearly sending Haldir over the edge. Elven lips met again; Elven tongues danced their erotic dance once more. Haldir trailed his fingers down Legolas' back, and the woodland Elf thrust against him again and again, until the friction became too much for either to bear.
Taking Haldir's pulsing cock into his hand, Legolas stroked up and down, his fingers making a tight ring around the flesh. Haldir bucked and moaned, his pleasure mounting, until at last, he spilt forth into Legolas' hand and lay panting on the floor. Legolas took the silvery liquid and rubbed it down the length of his own sex, licking the remainder from his fingers.
"I have thus been spoilt, Haldir," he spoke, "as now I will never be able to taste of another without longing for the sweetness that is yours alone."
"Never must you long for it, my Prince, for it is yours forever."
"And what of your other lovers?" Legolas placed Haldir's legs onto his shoulders, and moved to enter him, unaware that he was the first to ever attempt such a thing. As Legolas' cock pressed against the opening, Haldir closed his eyes tight and held his breath. A cry escaped the Warden's lips as he was penetrated for the first time.
"What of them?" Haldir's jaw was clenched tight, fighting the pain being caused him. He finally relaxed and Legolas began his slow thrusting. "While I have taken others, no one has laid his claim to me until now." The Guardian's eyes closed, his hands pressed hard against the floor. In and out, in and out, Legolas moved gently, taking his time to find his release within the depths of Haldir's body. His soft moans were barely audible up until the moment his passion erupted, when he gripped Haldir's legs and called out. He withdrew, silver translucence spilling onto the floor, and collapsed against the bed. Haldir, unable to move for a few moments, lay flat on his back staring at the ceiling.
"Are you alright?" Legolas laughed as Haldir lifted his head.
"Mm hmm," came the moaned reply, "I just need a moment to gather my wits about me."
"That could take more than a moment, I fear." Both Elves laughed at this, and Legolas offered his hand in assistance, pulling Haldir up so they faced each other. "If I had known you enjoyed such sport," he added, "I would have sought it from you sooner."
Haldir smiled as he recalled his own thoughts. He reached out and touched the Prince's hair. "I should like you to spend the duration of your stay in my quarters with me. I fear I would be lonely if you refused."
Legolas repeated his previous question to Haldir. "What of your other lovers, Haldir? I assume you have many. They would miss your company."
"Indeed they may, my Prince, but I would not miss theirs if I shared my bed with you." He placed a kiss on Legolas' lips. "Saying goodnight is a torture to me, as I am denied the pleasure of gazing upon your fair countenance until we meet for the morning meal."
"Then I shall accept your offer, Haldir of Lorien. You will not be rid of me until I depart with the Fellowship, be warned." A smile graced the lips of the Elf as he spoke.
The lovers got up from the floor and into Haldir's bed, soon falling fast asleep within each other's embrace. Thus they spent every night until Legolas' sad departure toward an unknown fate. They knew not whether they would meet again, but if they did it would be a sweet reunion indeed.
End
