The Heart of an Elf
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The Heart of an Elf
Title: The Heart of an Elf
Author: LadyofLegolas
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Legolas/Haldir
Rating: NC-17; slash
Disclaimers: All belongs to Tolkien and New Line Cinema! I just borrowed them for my own pleasure. No money has been made, so please don’t sue me!
Summary: A Prince and a Marchwarden finding their way on the path of love. But love is never easy even for an immortal! Through pain, jealousy, heartbreak and fiery passion can they succeed to hold on for the one they love?
Feedback: Yes, please!
Author’s note: AU; slash; romance; angst; explicit sex between males; bondage; violence. If that is not your cup of tea or you’re underage please leave now! You have been warned, so all responsibility befalls the reader!
This is my first attempt for slash and I owe my heartfelt gratitude to halfelflost for being my friend and my beta. I love you babe!
All mistakes that remained are entirely mine!
~thoughts~
The Heart of an Elf
Chapter 1
The forest was full of wonders on the last night of summer.
The elf closed his eyes to tune in more deeply to the blissful feeling of the soft breeze against his skin that carried the smell of wild flowers and the essence of pine trees.
He was sitting on the grass in the middle of a small clearing, his keen senses picking up every little noise in the surrounding wilderness.
His heart was singing with joy as the moonlight caressed and illuminated his graceful elven features, making his pale skin glow.
~ One more day and I’ll be in Imladris! ~ He thought.
The elf was very much looking forward to laying his eyes on The Last Homely House again; to walk in its gardens, to bathe under its waterfalls, and to climb every cliff that looked over that magnificent place in the valley of the Anduin.
To the elf this realm that was known as Rivendell in the common speech was one of the most beautiful lands on Arda.
Lord Elrond’s invitation had been a happy occasion: The Fall Festival!
This annual event was held once every hundred years to celebrate the union between the three
realms: Lothlorien, Mirkwood and Rivendell.
For the whole month, the elves of the three realms would dance, sing, and share stories, food and wine with each other. Bonds would be made and renewed; love and friendship would blossom between old and new acquaintances.
~ It will be good to see my friends again! ~
At that happy thought the elf’s face lit up even more and a faint smile appeared in the corners of his mouth.
The next moment his eyes popped open as his senses picked up the presence of another who was rapidly approaching.
A soft sigh escaped from his lips knowing very well that he was about to be called upon to join with the others of his company.
Light footsteps sounded and another elf walked into the clearing.
The newcomer bowed his head in respect.
“Forgive me my lord for interrupting, but the escort from Imladris has arrived.”
“Thank you, Lanissel. I’ll be there in a moment.”
Lanissel bowed again and, in a heartbeat, disappeared from view.
The Elf ran his fingers through the soft grass one more time, enjoying every ticklish caress, then raised himself from the ground with a single graceful motion.
One last glance to the night sky and he was on his way back to the camp.
The sound of laughter and carefree conversation reached his ears as he neared to the edge of the forest. He recognized the voices of the two elves that were currently jesting about someone and making the others roll with abandoned mirth.
He stepped out from the trees and his blue eyes swept over the merry sight of the bunch of smiling elves whom greeted him with a bow as soon as they saw him enter the camp.
The owners of the jesting voices turned to look in his direction and a great genuine smile broke out on their faces. The double image of an elf with black hair and dark blue eyes that were full of mischief moved in his direction, perfectly in sync with each other.
“Legolas! We were afraid that the bunnies of the forest had kidnapped you and we would have to go back to Ada and tell him that King Thranduil will have our balls for breakfast because we let his only son come to harm in our woods! Isn’t that right, El?”
Elrohir’s twin brother Elladan nodded his head, feigned horror on his face.
All the Mirkwood Elves were aware of Legolas’ soft spot for bunnies. Their forest home had lacked the furry little creatures for more than a thousand years now due to a huge spider infestation and Legolas grabbed every opportunity to seek out the shy little animals when he came to Imladris.
Before Legolas even had a chance to answer, two pairs of arms circled him tightly in a friendly embrace and all the air in his lungs was squeezed out.
“It’s very nice to see both of you too, but I’ll have your balls for breakfast if you break my ribs!” Legolas breathed the words out, gasping for air.
The arms retreated immediately and the three elves looked at each other with warm smiles.
“I should have known Elrohir, that your joke was made at my expense! Only the two of you would be bold enough to make fun of a royal prince!” said the golden haired elf, playfully wagging his finger at the twins.
“Oh my fair prince, I beg of you to have pity on me and my dear brother! How can we make amends to your royal highness?” asked Elladan, dropping on his knees with comical mortification on his face, dragging his twin down with him. Both of them were making sad puppy eyes at the elf in front of them and the whole camp erupted with laughter once again.
“I might consider having mercy on both of you, if you’ll join with me for some wine and tell me everything that has happened since last I visited your fair realm!” said Legolas, thoroughly amused at the twins’ funny play.
The brothers were glad to comply and soon all the elves were sitting by the campfire, enjoying sweet wine and the tales of Elladan and Elrohir.
At dawn the whole company was up and moving toward the valley, led by the three princes.
“By the way Legolas, did we mention last night that Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn arrived two days ago?” asked Elladan as they rode in the direction of the city.
“No, you did not. I’m glad, that both of them could be here this time. Lady Galadriel was sorely missed at the last festival. Of course her absence was very understandable, she needed to be in Caras Galadhon to assist at the birth of triplets! How joyful an occasion it must have been for the parents of such a blessing! Is there any particular reason that you brought it up? Is there something amiss in Lothlorien, my friend?”
“No, nothing to be alarmed about; but there is a reason why I brought up the matter. The famous Marchwarden has come with their company!”
Legolas’ brow slightly raised and he looked at his friend with surprise.
“Are you telling me, that Haldir o’ Lorien is in Imladris? That is not possible! You must be jesting!” Legolas shook his head in disbelief.
“I know it is hard to comprehend. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I had not seen him with my own eyes when Ada greeted our guests,” said Elladan with a nod.
Legolas was looking at the twins suspiciously, but this time it was clear that it was no joke!
~ Haldir o’ Lorien, the legendary Marchwarden of the Galadhrim had left his beloved home to attend to the festivities! ~ thought Legolas.
It was hard to believe!
This was the same elf that had fought side by side with Lord Elrond at the Last Alliance. Only a thousand years old at the time, Haldir was the youngest Galadhel ever to command 400 Grays, the elite Guardians of Caras Galadhon!
He was the same elf that lost all but five of his own warriors by defending his position and making it impossible for the enemy to surround the rest of the Elven army!
Everyone knew from the beginning that Haldir’s task was a suicide mission, but the young elf took it without hesitation, swearing an oath to defend his fellow elves at any cost!
That part of the battle had been the bloodiest and the most devastating for the elves as anyone could remember, but Haldir’s determination was beyond that of this Earth!
For hours he rallied his troops against all odds, never resting his deadly blade.
From the 1000 Lorien Elves that had joined in the battle, only 200 were still standing at the end!
When the sun rose the next morning, Haldir found, that he had lost his father, his entire patrol, and two of his best friends!
That was three thousand years ago.
After the war has ended, Haldir never left his homeland and dedicated his life to the Grays and the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood.
It was said that the elf hardly took time for any kind of enjoyment and he always found an excuse to exclude himself from the Lorien party when it was time for them to depart for the Fall Festival!
All the little elflings in Arda were growing up with the stories of the young Galadhel, whose bravery and skills with a blade were without match!
Legolas himself saw Haldir only twice before briefly, both times in Caras Galadhon when he visited the realm by his father’s side as young princeling.
He remembered how excited he was to see the Golden Wood and to meet Lady Galadriel!
There was much to see, so much to explore and the days flew by too fast for the young prince to register everything in his memory.
On the day when he had his first audience with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, a tall elf in a gray cloak came to take him and Ada to the Royal Talan, Legolas was too excited to pay attention to the name of the guardian.
When they reached the highest branch of the mallorn tree, the elf bowed and announced the guests.
Legolas’ heart was beating fast in his chest as he watched Lady Galadriel as she addressed the tall warrior, “Thank you, Haldir! If you wish you may return to the border, for I know that you long to be with your warriors,” said the Lady of the Golden Wood with smile.
At that moment the young prince’s heart skipped a beat.
Haldir? The legendary Marchwarden of the Last Alliance?
Legolas watched as the tall elf bowed again, trying to glimpse on the Marchwarden’s face, but the next moment he was standing in front of the Lord and Lady of the wood and the elf in gray slipped past his vision before he could take a good look at him!
End of first chapter
Author: LadyofLegolas
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Legolas/Haldir
Rating: NC-17; slash
Disclaimers: All belongs to Tolkien and New Line Cinema! I just borrowed them for my own pleasure. No money has been made, so please don’t sue me!
Summary: A Prince and a Marchwarden finding their way on the path of love. But love is never easy even for an immortal! Through pain, jealousy, heartbreak and fiery passion can they succeed to hold on for the one they love?
Feedback: Yes, please!
Author’s note: AU; slash; romance; angst; explicit sex between males; bondage; violence. If that is not your cup of tea or you’re underage please leave now! You have been warned, so all responsibility befalls the reader!
This is my first attempt for slash and I owe my heartfelt gratitude to halfelflost for being my friend and my beta. I love you babe!
All mistakes that remained are entirely mine!
~thoughts~
The Heart of an Elf
Chapter 1
The forest was full of wonders on the last night of summer.
The elf closed his eyes to tune in more deeply to the blissful feeling of the soft breeze against his skin that carried the smell of wild flowers and the essence of pine trees.
He was sitting on the grass in the middle of a small clearing, his keen senses picking up every little noise in the surrounding wilderness.
His heart was singing with joy as the moonlight caressed and illuminated his graceful elven features, making his pale skin glow.
~ One more day and I’ll be in Imladris! ~ He thought.
The elf was very much looking forward to laying his eyes on The Last Homely House again; to walk in its gardens, to bathe under its waterfalls, and to climb every cliff that looked over that magnificent place in the valley of the Anduin.
To the elf this realm that was known as Rivendell in the common speech was one of the most beautiful lands on Arda.
Lord Elrond’s invitation had been a happy occasion: The Fall Festival!
This annual event was held once every hundred years to celebrate the union between the three
realms: Lothlorien, Mirkwood and Rivendell.
For the whole month, the elves of the three realms would dance, sing, and share stories, food and wine with each other. Bonds would be made and renewed; love and friendship would blossom between old and new acquaintances.
~ It will be good to see my friends again! ~
At that happy thought the elf’s face lit up even more and a faint smile appeared in the corners of his mouth.
The next moment his eyes popped open as his senses picked up the presence of another who was rapidly approaching.
A soft sigh escaped from his lips knowing very well that he was about to be called upon to join with the others of his company.
Light footsteps sounded and another elf walked into the clearing.
The newcomer bowed his head in respect.
“Forgive me my lord for interrupting, but the escort from Imladris has arrived.”
“Thank you, Lanissel. I’ll be there in a moment.”
Lanissel bowed again and, in a heartbeat, disappeared from view.
The Elf ran his fingers through the soft grass one more time, enjoying every ticklish caress, then raised himself from the ground with a single graceful motion.
One last glance to the night sky and he was on his way back to the camp.
The sound of laughter and carefree conversation reached his ears as he neared to the edge of the forest. He recognized the voices of the two elves that were currently jesting about someone and making the others roll with abandoned mirth.
He stepped out from the trees and his blue eyes swept over the merry sight of the bunch of smiling elves whom greeted him with a bow as soon as they saw him enter the camp.
The owners of the jesting voices turned to look in his direction and a great genuine smile broke out on their faces. The double image of an elf with black hair and dark blue eyes that were full of mischief moved in his direction, perfectly in sync with each other.
“Legolas! We were afraid that the bunnies of the forest had kidnapped you and we would have to go back to Ada and tell him that King Thranduil will have our balls for breakfast because we let his only son come to harm in our woods! Isn’t that right, El?”
Elrohir’s twin brother Elladan nodded his head, feigned horror on his face.
All the Mirkwood Elves were aware of Legolas’ soft spot for bunnies. Their forest home had lacked the furry little creatures for more than a thousand years now due to a huge spider infestation and Legolas grabbed every opportunity to seek out the shy little animals when he came to Imladris.
Before Legolas even had a chance to answer, two pairs of arms circled him tightly in a friendly embrace and all the air in his lungs was squeezed out.
“It’s very nice to see both of you too, but I’ll have your balls for breakfast if you break my ribs!” Legolas breathed the words out, gasping for air.
The arms retreated immediately and the three elves looked at each other with warm smiles.
“I should have known Elrohir, that your joke was made at my expense! Only the two of you would be bold enough to make fun of a royal prince!” said the golden haired elf, playfully wagging his finger at the twins.
“Oh my fair prince, I beg of you to have pity on me and my dear brother! How can we make amends to your royal highness?” asked Elladan, dropping on his knees with comical mortification on his face, dragging his twin down with him. Both of them were making sad puppy eyes at the elf in front of them and the whole camp erupted with laughter once again.
“I might consider having mercy on both of you, if you’ll join with me for some wine and tell me everything that has happened since last I visited your fair realm!” said Legolas, thoroughly amused at the twins’ funny play.
The brothers were glad to comply and soon all the elves were sitting by the campfire, enjoying sweet wine and the tales of Elladan and Elrohir.
At dawn the whole company was up and moving toward the valley, led by the three princes.
“By the way Legolas, did we mention last night that Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn arrived two days ago?” asked Elladan as they rode in the direction of the city.
“No, you did not. I’m glad, that both of them could be here this time. Lady Galadriel was sorely missed at the last festival. Of course her absence was very understandable, she needed to be in Caras Galadhon to assist at the birth of triplets! How joyful an occasion it must have been for the parents of such a blessing! Is there any particular reason that you brought it up? Is there something amiss in Lothlorien, my friend?”
“No, nothing to be alarmed about; but there is a reason why I brought up the matter. The famous Marchwarden has come with their company!”
Legolas’ brow slightly raised and he looked at his friend with surprise.
“Are you telling me, that Haldir o’ Lorien is in Imladris? That is not possible! You must be jesting!” Legolas shook his head in disbelief.
“I know it is hard to comprehend. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I had not seen him with my own eyes when Ada greeted our guests,” said Elladan with a nod.
Legolas was looking at the twins suspiciously, but this time it was clear that it was no joke!
~ Haldir o’ Lorien, the legendary Marchwarden of the Galadhrim had left his beloved home to attend to the festivities! ~ thought Legolas.
It was hard to believe!
This was the same elf that had fought side by side with Lord Elrond at the Last Alliance. Only a thousand years old at the time, Haldir was the youngest Galadhel ever to command 400 Grays, the elite Guardians of Caras Galadhon!
He was the same elf that lost all but five of his own warriors by defending his position and making it impossible for the enemy to surround the rest of the Elven army!
Everyone knew from the beginning that Haldir’s task was a suicide mission, but the young elf took it without hesitation, swearing an oath to defend his fellow elves at any cost!
That part of the battle had been the bloodiest and the most devastating for the elves as anyone could remember, but Haldir’s determination was beyond that of this Earth!
For hours he rallied his troops against all odds, never resting his deadly blade.
From the 1000 Lorien Elves that had joined in the battle, only 200 were still standing at the end!
When the sun rose the next morning, Haldir found, that he had lost his father, his entire patrol, and two of his best friends!
That was three thousand years ago.
After the war has ended, Haldir never left his homeland and dedicated his life to the Grays and the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood.
It was said that the elf hardly took time for any kind of enjoyment and he always found an excuse to exclude himself from the Lorien party when it was time for them to depart for the Fall Festival!
All the little elflings in Arda were growing up with the stories of the young Galadhel, whose bravery and skills with a blade were without match!
Legolas himself saw Haldir only twice before briefly, both times in Caras Galadhon when he visited the realm by his father’s side as young princeling.
He remembered how excited he was to see the Golden Wood and to meet Lady Galadriel!
There was much to see, so much to explore and the days flew by too fast for the young prince to register everything in his memory.
On the day when he had his first audience with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, a tall elf in a gray cloak came to take him and Ada to the Royal Talan, Legolas was too excited to pay attention to the name of the guardian.
When they reached the highest branch of the mallorn tree, the elf bowed and announced the guests.
Legolas’ heart was beating fast in his chest as he watched Lady Galadriel as she addressed the tall warrior, “Thank you, Haldir! If you wish you may return to the border, for I know that you long to be with your warriors,” said the Lady of the Golden Wood with smile.
At that moment the young prince’s heart skipped a beat.
Haldir? The legendary Marchwarden of the Last Alliance?
Legolas watched as the tall elf bowed again, trying to glimpse on the Marchwarden’s face, but the next moment he was standing in front of the Lord and Lady of the wood and the elf in gray slipped past his vision before he could take a good look at him!
End of first chapter