To Fly Again
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,669
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Troubles
To fly again
Author: Cristina - aka Cry, Cris , Zephy etc.etc.etc. - (zephyrina@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17 - slash, rape, angst
Pairing: Haldir/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil, later Elrond/Glorfindel
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, and yes, I wish I could... but I want Haldir the same... may I ? No ? Why not ? Ok... I just played with them for a while, but they belong to Tolkien...*sigh* . I don't earn money with this fic & surely I don't mean to.
Archives : Sure, but ask first
Summary : Could Haldir and Legolas hide their bond forever ?
Notes : This story is settled in an AU, it's OOC & it's slash, so don't bother me with flames, ok ? I'm Tolkien fan by years & I know *very well* the whole story, but this is my fic & I have the power here. The same with slash; if you can't take it, don't read. Simple, right?
I think it would be safe to say that this is my first shot & I'm not a native speaker- so be nice please! And review!!! I need to know if I'm doing this right .
Thoughts are in / / , emphasis are in **
Dedication : first to my hubby , for his support and patience *kisses* then ...well, too many to be listed; you know who you are! Special thanks to Laina , my beta. We like them pretty, we like them bastards, right girl? ;)
Now go with the fic.
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Chapter 1 :Troubles
The young prince leaned against railing of the balcony, enjoying the sight of the woods under nocturnal sky ; many stars shone upon him that night, their brightness reflected on him, showing his beauty . He wore his finest clothes yet: leather boots, a gray pair of leggings and a dark blue tunic with silver embroidery; even the crown made of mithril was still in its place but he didn't mean to turn back to the hall where many guests of Lord Elrond chatted and sang together: he had had enough of the feast for this night.
The blond elf propped his chin with both hands and smiled softly to himself, letting thoughts turn to his precious one: they met each other in the afternoon, after a great amount of time but they weren't able to have a moment for themselves until now.
/This night could be ... *perfect* ... but thank the Valar, we are both here .... If only he-/
"My Prince ?"
Legolas' eyes widened hearing the sound of this voice - his voice - from behind, so he turned back, a radiant smile upon his face : "Haldir! A'maelamin , I was just thinking about you and-"
"Don't. Say. That."
The Galadhrim's tone was low and cold as ice. He stood in front of the younger, dressed in black and gray, arms crossed upon his chest; the fair face had an impassible look but the eyes.... in those blue eyes there were fury, rage, pain and humiliation mixed together.
Noticing them Legolas frowned: what happened ? He had never ever seen his lover in such distress before. He usually hid his very soul under a shield of arrogance and pride, allowing no one to discover his inner feelings. "Beloved..." the prince began, raising an arm in attempt to caress the strands of ash-b hai hair from Haldir's shoulder, only to find his left wrist caught by steel fingers.
"Didn't you hear me ? I'm your love no more, *Princeling*"
Legolas stepped back, stung by the anger in his voice.
"What do you mean by that ? Haldir, please what's wrong ?" Confusion sparked in the younger's face, while he tried to free himself . "Release my hand: you're hurting me"
"Oh, really ? You did it before, so we're even"
The march warden grinned and eventuallyleasleased his grip: "I'm here because I want to be the first to congratulate: it seems that a simple Galadhrim is not enough for you ! Perfect to keep your bed warm when you need it, but worthless for anything more, am I right ?" He hissed through clenched teeth .
At those words Legolas stared in utter disbelief , stopping to rub his aching wrist: he raised his head and glared the taller elf, while anger grew up slowly inside him too .
"How you dare to speak me so! I don't know what upset you, but whatever it is I don't deserve such treatment !"
There was a bitterness now in Haldir's words "No.* I* don't deserve it. What we shared in all those years ... where it is now ? Or it was nothing but a joke? You were just playing with me, with my feelings"
"No ! This is not true and you know it ! "
"I know nothing ! " Haldir snapped, getting even closer to Legolas and speaking almost against in his lips.
" The only thing I know is that .... you ... " something changed in the march warden's expression , sadness and pain finally overwhelmed him .
"... You are going to ..." He bit his lower lip and shook his head.
" Marry another!" He turned away , trying to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes.
After a few moments a firm hand cupped his chin so he was forced to meet those sea-blue eyes again .
"Haldir, hear me" Legolas' voice was soft "I'm not going to marry anyone, because I love you , only you and- "
"Your father told of it when speaking with Lord Celeborn. I was there. Are you pretending not to know it?"
Hearing that, Legolas froze and a tiny spark of fear flashed across his features: "What are you saying ? My father ? I'm not- I can't .... " His hand fell down by his side and he looked away ,while a scream roared inside his mind
/No. No. Please ... No ... /
The Elven prince reached out for Haldir and grabbed the gray tunic, pulling him against his chest.
"This is not true, right ? Please tell me it's a jest. It is. Right ? "
The plea in Legolas' voice was evident and the guardian realized the truth: it was entirely an idea of Thranduil, but his son was the last one to know it- as usual. The king of Mirkwood didn't really care about others' feelings...
Feeling a bit relieved by discovering he still had a place in Legolas' heart, Haldir closed his eyes, took the younger elf into his arms and began to cradle the shivering prince in attempt to calm him down.
"Sweet Elbereth, you really didn't know it ... Legolas I'm sorry , believe me, I ... Please forgive me."
They stood so for several minutes, one in the arms of the other . Legolas' face was hidden in the soft locks of Haldir's hair and the Galadhrim's hand gently rubbed the prince's back, murmuring nonsense in the pointy ears .
Slowly , thanks to Haldir's ministrations, Legolas collected himself and raised his head, searching for the eyes of his beloved; no more rage there. Only pain. "I will speak with my father; he will understand, I'm sure."
The Lorien Elf nodded and embraced Legolas again. He was fully aware of Thranduil's temper, so he knew it wouldn't be so simple. The King of Mirkwood got obsessed with rank and that was one of the reasons why they kept their relationship hidden; only Rumil and Orophin knew about the bond and the rings they both wore: rings of betrothal, made of silver with thenamenames inside.
Haldir could feel his one; it was hung on a chain , under the tunic and now it was as if it burned upon his chest but he didn't mind it : Legolas was still shivering slightly, in spite of his last words of reassurance .
/What can I do ? I don't want to lose him, I couldn't bear it, but Gods, I don't know.../
"This is not true. This could not be true," came the whisper from Legolas and Haldir's attention was refocused on him. He placed a kiss upon golden hair and said "My love, allow me to be with you when you talk with your father"
Legolas' eyes widened in horror. "No, you can't. Father would not be pleased! You know that!"
The march warden bent his head , looking at his lover for a while, then he sighed deeply.
"As you wish, Lirimaer. But be careful. You know what I mean"
"I will"
Legolas smiled wearily and took Haldir's lower lip between his teeth , starting to suck it .
Obviously it was only an attempt to enlighten the mood but it reached the target : Haldir moaned at the unexpected contact and let his tongue slide against the prince's mouth, searching for more closeness. Their bodies rubbed against each other while lips were entwined together in a breath-taking kiss. Legolas fisted his hands in the blonde hair, enjoying the sensation of fingers running down his spine to find the curve of his buttocks, squeezing them roughly and tenderly at the same time.
"H-Haldir ... not here ... someone could ... see us .... " he whispered with hoarse voice.
The taller elf smirked at that and slowly broke the embrace : his blue eyes were dark with lust, mirroring Legolas' ones ... it had been so long ...
"You're right, Princeling , this is not the proper place. But we will continue this *conversation* ... I missed you"
"The same for me, march warden, the same for me"
Legolas raised himself to place a chaste kiss on the tip of Haldir's ear. "Tomorrow" he whispered .
Tbc...
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Yes, I did it ; yes I'm ashamed, pervert, sick and all the blah blah blah, but obviously I'm proud of it ;)
Dictionary : http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/intro.htm
A'maelamin = my beloved
Lirimaer = lovely one
Author: Cristina - aka Cry, Cris , Zephy etc.etc.etc. - (zephyrina@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17 - slash, rape, angst
Pairing: Haldir/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil, later Elrond/Glorfindel
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, and yes, I wish I could... but I want Haldir the same... may I ? No ? Why not ? Ok... I just played with them for a while, but they belong to Tolkien...*sigh* . I don't earn money with this fic & surely I don't mean to.
Archives : Sure, but ask first
Summary : Could Haldir and Legolas hide their bond forever ?
Notes : This story is settled in an AU, it's OOC & it's slash, so don't bother me with flames, ok ? I'm Tolkien fan by years & I know *very well* the whole story, but this is my fic & I have the power here. The same with slash; if you can't take it, don't read. Simple, right?
I think it would be safe to say that this is my first shot & I'm not a native speaker- so be nice please! And review!!! I need to know if I'm doing this right .
Thoughts are in / / , emphasis are in **
Dedication : first to my hubby , for his support and patience *kisses* then ...well, too many to be listed; you know who you are! Special thanks to Laina , my beta. We like them pretty, we like them bastards, right girl? ;)
Now go with the fic.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 1 :Troubles
The young prince leaned against railing of the balcony, enjoying the sight of the woods under nocturnal sky ; many stars shone upon him that night, their brightness reflected on him, showing his beauty . He wore his finest clothes yet: leather boots, a gray pair of leggings and a dark blue tunic with silver embroidery; even the crown made of mithril was still in its place but he didn't mean to turn back to the hall where many guests of Lord Elrond chatted and sang together: he had had enough of the feast for this night.
The blond elf propped his chin with both hands and smiled softly to himself, letting thoughts turn to his precious one: they met each other in the afternoon, after a great amount of time but they weren't able to have a moment for themselves until now.
/This night could be ... *perfect* ... but thank the Valar, we are both here .... If only he-/
"My Prince ?"
Legolas' eyes widened hearing the sound of this voice - his voice - from behind, so he turned back, a radiant smile upon his face : "Haldir! A'maelamin , I was just thinking about you and-"
"Don't. Say. That."
The Galadhrim's tone was low and cold as ice. He stood in front of the younger, dressed in black and gray, arms crossed upon his chest; the fair face had an impassible look but the eyes.... in those blue eyes there were fury, rage, pain and humiliation mixed together.
Noticing them Legolas frowned: what happened ? He had never ever seen his lover in such distress before. He usually hid his very soul under a shield of arrogance and pride, allowing no one to discover his inner feelings. "Beloved..." the prince began, raising an arm in attempt to caress the strands of ash-b hai hair from Haldir's shoulder, only to find his left wrist caught by steel fingers.
"Didn't you hear me ? I'm your love no more, *Princeling*"
Legolas stepped back, stung by the anger in his voice.
"What do you mean by that ? Haldir, please what's wrong ?" Confusion sparked in the younger's face, while he tried to free himself . "Release my hand: you're hurting me"
"Oh, really ? You did it before, so we're even"
The march warden grinned and eventuallyleasleased his grip: "I'm here because I want to be the first to congratulate: it seems that a simple Galadhrim is not enough for you ! Perfect to keep your bed warm when you need it, but worthless for anything more, am I right ?" He hissed through clenched teeth .
At those words Legolas stared in utter disbelief , stopping to rub his aching wrist: he raised his head and glared the taller elf, while anger grew up slowly inside him too .
"How you dare to speak me so! I don't know what upset you, but whatever it is I don't deserve such treatment !"
There was a bitterness now in Haldir's words "No.* I* don't deserve it. What we shared in all those years ... where it is now ? Or it was nothing but a joke? You were just playing with me, with my feelings"
"No ! This is not true and you know it ! "
"I know nothing ! " Haldir snapped, getting even closer to Legolas and speaking almost against in his lips.
" The only thing I know is that .... you ... " something changed in the march warden's expression , sadness and pain finally overwhelmed him .
"... You are going to ..." He bit his lower lip and shook his head.
" Marry another!" He turned away , trying to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes.
After a few moments a firm hand cupped his chin so he was forced to meet those sea-blue eyes again .
"Haldir, hear me" Legolas' voice was soft "I'm not going to marry anyone, because I love you , only you and- "
"Your father told of it when speaking with Lord Celeborn. I was there. Are you pretending not to know it?"
Hearing that, Legolas froze and a tiny spark of fear flashed across his features: "What are you saying ? My father ? I'm not- I can't .... " His hand fell down by his side and he looked away ,while a scream roared inside his mind
/No. No. Please ... No ... /
The Elven prince reached out for Haldir and grabbed the gray tunic, pulling him against his chest.
"This is not true, right ? Please tell me it's a jest. It is. Right ? "
The plea in Legolas' voice was evident and the guardian realized the truth: it was entirely an idea of Thranduil, but his son was the last one to know it- as usual. The king of Mirkwood didn't really care about others' feelings...
Feeling a bit relieved by discovering he still had a place in Legolas' heart, Haldir closed his eyes, took the younger elf into his arms and began to cradle the shivering prince in attempt to calm him down.
"Sweet Elbereth, you really didn't know it ... Legolas I'm sorry , believe me, I ... Please forgive me."
They stood so for several minutes, one in the arms of the other . Legolas' face was hidden in the soft locks of Haldir's hair and the Galadhrim's hand gently rubbed the prince's back, murmuring nonsense in the pointy ears .
Slowly , thanks to Haldir's ministrations, Legolas collected himself and raised his head, searching for the eyes of his beloved; no more rage there. Only pain. "I will speak with my father; he will understand, I'm sure."
The Lorien Elf nodded and embraced Legolas again. He was fully aware of Thranduil's temper, so he knew it wouldn't be so simple. The King of Mirkwood got obsessed with rank and that was one of the reasons why they kept their relationship hidden; only Rumil and Orophin knew about the bond and the rings they both wore: rings of betrothal, made of silver with thenamenames inside.
Haldir could feel his one; it was hung on a chain , under the tunic and now it was as if it burned upon his chest but he didn't mind it : Legolas was still shivering slightly, in spite of his last words of reassurance .
/What can I do ? I don't want to lose him, I couldn't bear it, but Gods, I don't know.../
"This is not true. This could not be true," came the whisper from Legolas and Haldir's attention was refocused on him. He placed a kiss upon golden hair and said "My love, allow me to be with you when you talk with your father"
Legolas' eyes widened in horror. "No, you can't. Father would not be pleased! You know that!"
The march warden bent his head , looking at his lover for a while, then he sighed deeply.
"As you wish, Lirimaer. But be careful. You know what I mean"
"I will"
Legolas smiled wearily and took Haldir's lower lip between his teeth , starting to suck it .
Obviously it was only an attempt to enlighten the mood but it reached the target : Haldir moaned at the unexpected contact and let his tongue slide against the prince's mouth, searching for more closeness. Their bodies rubbed against each other while lips were entwined together in a breath-taking kiss. Legolas fisted his hands in the blonde hair, enjoying the sensation of fingers running down his spine to find the curve of his buttocks, squeezing them roughly and tenderly at the same time.
"H-Haldir ... not here ... someone could ... see us .... " he whispered with hoarse voice.
The taller elf smirked at that and slowly broke the embrace : his blue eyes were dark with lust, mirroring Legolas' ones ... it had been so long ...
"You're right, Princeling , this is not the proper place. But we will continue this *conversation* ... I missed you"
"The same for me, march warden, the same for me"
Legolas raised himself to place a chaste kiss on the tip of Haldir's ear. "Tomorrow" he whispered .
Tbc...
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
Yes, I did it ; yes I'm ashamed, pervert, sick and all the blah blah blah, but obviously I'm proud of it ;)
Dictionary : http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/intro.htm
A'maelamin = my beloved
Lirimaer = lovely one