Fearless

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Part I

~FEARLESS~

“Welcome!” A voice from an unknown elf sounded. Legolas examined the elf’s face, taking in his fair features. Legolas noticed that he spoke not in the tongue that he first conversed with Legolas in, but in a language that Frodo could also understand. “We seldom use any tongue but our own; for we dwell now in the heart of the forest, and do not willingly have dealings with any other folk…” The elf went on, saying a few more things that Legolas did not hear. He continued to examine this elf, his deep eyes that over-flowed with expression as he talked. “Haldir is my name. My brothers, Rumil and Orophin, speak little of your tongue.” Haldir. A nice name, Legolas interpreted it as ‘hidden hero.’ “Typical,” He thought, “For an elf name, so many strange hidden meanings.” Legolas snapped out of his dream land aocusocused on Haldir’s brother, who was now speaking. “…You do not look evil! And since you come with an elf of our kindred,” He said indicating Legolas, “We are willing to befriend you, as Elrond asked; though it is not our custom to lead strangers through our land. But you must stay here tonight. How many are you?” Legolas answered, “Eight. Myself, four hobbits; and two men, one of whom, Aragorn, is an Elf-friend of the folk of Westernesse.” Haldir nodded knowingly as Legolas spoke of Aragorn.

“The name of Aragorn son of Arathorn is known in Lorien. And he has theor oor of the lady. All then is well. But you have yet spoken of only seven.” Haldir pointed out. Legolas knew that if he mentioned Gimli the elves might get uptight, knowing that most elves do not like dwarves. But not wanting to lie, he quickly answered. “The eighth is a dwarf.” Haldir quickly rushed into an explanation as to why elves do not allow dwarves in their dwellings, as Legolas had suspected; but Frodo, wise old Frodo came to res rescue of the dwarf with a nice little piece about Gimli being loyal and such. Finally, Haldir seeing no other way around it, turned to Legolas and spoke to him in Elvish. “So, you believe that this dwarf is trust-worthy?” Haldir asked solemnly. “Yes, very much so, he’s a bit tough and stout, but Gimli is no traitor.” Haldir smiled playfully. “And you wouldn’t dream of being a traitor, would you?” Haldir smirked Leg Legolas raised an eyebrow. “No, why?” He asked confusedly. “Just that mischievous look on your face the whole time we talked, almost as though you drifted in and out of the conversation, perhaps thinking up plans to betray us?” Legolas smiled apologetically, “Well, we haven’t had must rest today, I was close to sleep, But I got the basic drift of what was discussed.” Haldir winked and turned back to the others speaking no more in Elvish.

Hid, id, “Very good. We will do this, though it is against our liking. If Aragorn and Legolas will guard him, and answer for him, he shall pass; but he must go blindfold through Lothlorien.” Haldir continued to speak and finally arranged plans. They would sleep tonight in the trees of the elves. Legolas climbed down the ladder, helping Frodo after him, and gave the rest of the fellowship the message. Haldir and other elves were set in the trees for the sole purpose of expanding there Elvin vision farther than the river that ran not too far away from the spot they slept at. This enabled them to see any traitors or enemies from a great distance away. The elves arranged a small supper and Legolas and the company ate greedily, and although they had some food to eat before this, the hobbits most certainly did not reject. Soon,lingling lazy and tired, the company allowed themselves to be guided to where they would sleep. Legolas, bounded lightly after Haldir who led him to his own tree, “you can stay here tonight, I’m sure you’ll find it comfortable.” Legolas thanked him and climbed up after Haldir. “So, prince of Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf.” Haldir said softly toying with his hair. Legolas had no idea where this was going so he just nodded. “I’ve wanted to meet you, I heard you were the fairest elf princeling to ever walk middle-earth. Now I see that was no lie.”

Haldir looked not much older than Legolas himself but yet he spof hof him as a “princeling?” Legolas looked at him haughtily and Haldir laughed. “I’m sorry Legolas, I was just teasing.” Legolas eased up and asked him of his parents, but at this Haldir grew somber. “I never knew them,” he said. “I’m sorry for asking.” Said Legolas. “No, don’t be.” Haldir reached over to Legolas and patted his arm. “Well, I’m going to go on to bed now, and once more I thank-you for your assistance to the company and I.” Legolas rolled over into one of the thin blankets and curled up. Haldir smiled and began writing in the daily log the events of the day. He could hear Legolas breathing softly, he could see the wind blowing his golden hair off of his face. Haldir inspected Legolas, his fair skin, his long legs, his rosy, pouty lips. Legolas whimpered softly as a particularly strong gust of wind breezed on his face. This broke Haldir, ruined his sense of morals. He climbed over to Legolas and lay beside him. Haldir pulled the blanket off of Legolas slowly and tossed it aside. He moved stomach to stomach with Legolas and hooked one arm under his neck. Moving one of his arms over the slender elf’s waist and using his other to stroke Legolas tender face, he began to hum a soft tune. Legolas lay peacefully and undaunted as Haldir moved his lips toward the soft ones of Legolas.

They met yet it was bitter-sweet, the fulfillment of the kiss was satisfying but only for Haldir. Haldir wanted to share the enjoyment with this beautiful being. He wanted to make Legolas whimper softly against his lips. But this was not possible. Haldir settled comfortably against Legolas preparing to sleep when he felt a shudder. Legolas had awoken. “Haldir, what are you doing?” Legolas looked so innocent, so confused. Haldir was thinking quickly, searching his mind for an excuse, but none came. Not knowing what else to do, Haldir climbed on top of Legolas and pinned his wrists down. “What is going on Haldir? Did Gimli do something?” Haldir laughed gruffly, “No, Legolas, I want to have some fun with you.” Legolas squirmed realizing what he meant, his clear bright blue eyes grew big and he whispered urgently, “No, Haldir, no. There are people around; besides, I don’t, er, like men.” Haldir laughed. “Legolas, we are immortal, if nothing comes and decapitates us, we will never die! Have you ever once risked it?” Legolas considered this for a moment and decided it did not matter. “Haldir, I refuse to do this with you.” Haldir bent down to Legolas and licked the tip of his ear. “I can make this so good for you Legolas, if you’ll let me.” Legolas’s breathing sped up and his hips thrust forward unconscientiously. “I don’t want to Haldir.” He whispered helplessly.

“That’s not what your body is telling me.” Whispered Haldir as he reached down to grab Legolas between his legs. Legolas gasped and the bulge beneath his pants grew harder. “Do you want to now?” He asked sweetly, stroking his erection. “No!” Legolas replied fervently. Haldir slid his hands up under the tunic that barred his way and licked a line from the stof Lof Legolas’s pants up to his naval. “Do you want to now?” He asked again as Legolas emitted a groan. “Yes, yes, I wanted to before.” Haldir smiled knowingly. “I knew you did, I could tell.” Haldir quickly and expertly ripped off his own clothes. He removed Legolas’s clothes sensually, deliberately stroking every curve he came across, he wanted to make this nice and slow. Legolas moaned passionately as Haldir kissed his chest and licked his nipples. He sucked on Legolas’s collar bone as he undid his pants. He marveled at the gorgeous body before him and happily feasted on the beautiful thighs and everything that came with it. He lowered his head onto Legolas’s legs and lapped at them. He moved slowly upward with each lick until he reached the spot just before his groin. Legolas begged for him to do it, take him in his mouth and suck the life out of him. Haldir was prepared to do just that. He opened his mouth wide and took Legolas as deep in as he could.

He moved up and down the long, hard miracle as Legolas pd tod to the rhythm that Haldir set. Haldir sucked hard as though he were trying to suck the sperm right out of Legolas. Legolas moaned every time Haldir deep throated him and finally, hot, creamy sperm shot out of Legolas and into Haldir’s expecting mouth. Haldir loved the taste of it, but not just sperm in general, the taste of Legolas, as an individual. “Hmm, Legolas you taste so good.” But Haldir did not forget his own aching erection. “Now that you’ve had your sample, are you ready to move on?” Haldir asked stroking Legolas. “Oh yes, I’m ready.” He replied wantonly. “See Legolas? Is this not just like a woman?” Haldir asked. “No, no it’s not.” Haldir frowned worriedly, “Oh no, he can’t leave now.” He thought. “No Haldir, this is so much better.” Haldir laughed in relief. “That’s what I like about you Legolas, you’re practically fearless.” Legolas laughed and stroked Haldir’s aching cock. “Practically.” Haldir crawled closer to Legolas and straddled his legs. “Just stay like that Legolas; I want to look at you while I get lubed up.” And look he did, he barely took his eyes off of Legolas as he slicked up his hands and dick. As quickly as humanly possible he climbed back to Legolas and warned him, “This may hurt a little, just wait though, once I find your spot you’ll be begging me not to stop.”

Haldir moved in front of the straddled legs and looked Legolas straight in the gorgeous eyes; he began to kiss him, their tongues playing a game inside of his mouth. Before Legolas could move he inserted a finintointo Legolas. Legolas bit his tongue and it began to bleed. “Ah, stop, please,” Legolas begged. “Remember what I said,” Haldir reminded him slipping another finger into the tight entrance. Legolas bucked and blood spilled out of his mouth. Haldir licked it off of his chin as he inserted a third finger. Tears and blood were one as they slid down Legolas’s sweaty face. He whimpered but suddenly, Haldir found his sweet spot. Legolas moaned very loud. “Ooh, Haldir, don’t stop, please don’t!” He exclaimed as though he were high on drugs, but he was high, high off of the things Haldir was doing to him. Haldir quickly slid his fingers out before he himself came. Legolas gripped his shoulders tightly and begged him not to go. “I won’t; in fact, I’ll start again right now.” Haldir said as he positioned himself to get ready for the ride of a lifetime. He thrust upward and Legolas and he both moaned loudly, the sounds undulating, echoed in the trees. Haldir set a steady pace and he sucked hungrily on Legolas’s neck. Legolas held Haldir’s hips and helped pull them greedily forward. The aching in his groin was so bad he could’ve cried.

“Ooh, oh God, Haldir, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.” Haldir smiled as he felt his own release, a warm milky liquid that spilled out of his own body and into Legolas. Legolas spilled all over Haldir’s dropping hands and they simultaneously sighed. “Ooh, that was so good; you fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before.” Legolas said, dropping his delicate Elvin manner. “That was the point, to give you something so good that’ll keep you coming back.” Haldir laid back, cuddled up to Legolas and they began to sleep, but not for long. Suddenly, a loud sound awoke Haldir and he arose, leaving Legolas to his own thoughts. But a loud, manly voice interrupted these thoughts, almost rudely. “Legolas, may I come up?” “Of course Aragorn.” Said Legolas not realizing that the only thing covering him was a thin blanket. Aragorn looked shocked as he came up to Legolas. “You made love to him?” “What, who?” Asked Legolas, hiding the emotion on his face with a pillow. “Haldir, you had sex witm?” m?” “Aragorn, do not toy with me. I have had a long day, and no, I did not have sex with Haldir, what brings you to that ridiculous conclusion?” Legolas asked. “The semen all over the tree, the lube lying open on the ground and the fact that you are unclothed.” “Yes Aragorn, if you must know, I did have sex with him.” Legolas said blushing. “Lucky,” Aragorn muttered.

“Lucky? Aragorn, what we did was wrong, it’s not right for two males to be together, I actually rather regret it.” Legolas admitted. “You regret it? I know you don’t, you wouldn’t have done it in the first place if you thought it so wrong.” Aragorn said. “Know it all, It’s not like I’m gonna marry Haldir, I’m just mixed up I guess.” “Right,” “Aragorn, be quiet, I’m going to go to sleep.” Legolas said exasperatedly. “Yes your highness.” Aragorn said grinning like a chestier cat. Slowly Aragorn got up and left Legolas to sleep as he was. Slowly descending into the darkness was a shadow, the shape of a tall graceful being. “Haldir,” Aragorn whispered as though he was tasting it on the tip of his tongue. “What am I thinking; I’m supposed to be in love with Arwen. I may very well lose my mind trying to hold myself back.” Aragorn thought. But there was no to cto change it. He wanted to taste Haldir. To lick him up and down his body, to suck on his dick and neck and every available part. He was hungry for him. “Haldir, how are you?” Haldir turned sharply around and came face to face with Aragorn. “Doing well, thank-you Aragorn. I was awoken by a very unpleasant sound, there were orcs coming this way but we have successfully stopped them, and a smallish creature also made an appearance.” Haldir commented.

“Gollum,” Aragorn muttered absentmindedly. “Say what?” “Uh, nothing,” Aragorn replied blushing. “So, Aragorn, why’d you come up behind me so suddenly? Almost as if you were trying to sneak up on me.” Haldir loved to play that game. That game that drew lovers to him as though he was honey and they were bees. He made it appear as though he was acting innocent but the things he said didn’t exactly propose that. “No, not at all, I was just concerned that we wouldn’t get to know each other very well before the end of this if we don’t ever talk.” Aragorn said playing along. “Talk? I see, are you sure you don’t want to do more than that, Aragorn son of Arathorn?” Haldir said slowly. He walked up togorngorn and played with the clasp on his cloak. In one quick movement he grabbed Aragorn’s erection and squeezed. “Ooh, Haldir…” Aragorn moaned. “Okay, if that’s what you want, we’ll talk.” Haldir smiled seductively and pushed Aragorn against a tree. Haldir settled his hands against Aragorn’s hips and smiled. Aragorn moaned and begged for fulfillment. “Not so fast, first we talk. Then we play. Tell me Aragorn, what exactly do you think is on the menu tonight? How about, you give me head, and only if it’s really good I’ll fuck you.” Aragorn moaned and nodded in agreement. “Okay then, how about we change positions, to give you easier access.”

Haldir winked and pulled down his pants exposing a rock hard erection. It was a mystery to Aragorn how Haldir had managed to stay so calm. Aragorn bent down to the height of Haldir’s middle and as he stroked the beautiful hips Haldir gave a sigh of encouragement. Aragorn leaned closer to the hot flesh and took Haldir in his mouth. The hot breath, the sweet tingle of soft wet flesh over his own hard and aching flesh, the beautiful body that was just beneath him threw Haldir off. He moaned loudly and thrust forward. Aragorn certainly got a mouthful and had to move back. Haldir didn’t have the breath to speak his apology but Aragorn wouldn’t have heard anyway. He was breathing so hard that he couldn’t hear the sounds of nature around him. For Aragorn, this was bliss; he had not been with another man in so long. To retain his kingly stature was the only reason he had decided to take a wife. But Aragorn did love Arwen, more as a friend than wife, but love all the same. Aragorn however was not thinking about Arwen as he sucked on Haldir like a baby with his pacifier, needily and wetly. Aragorn could focus on nothing but bringing Haldir so much pleasure that he would not need to go back to Legolas for help. He would want nothing more than to simply fuck Aragorn every day of hife. fe. As Aragorn stroked Haldir’s body and sucked on his cock Haldir was very quickly reaching his climax.

“God, the men of Gondor, certainly know how to ride like the Rohirrim.” Haldir gasped out. Aragorn sucked more needily on Haldir and soon felt Haldir release into his mouth. Aragorn savored this taste; this was the one taste that left him longing for fulfillment. Fulfillment he never got. “Haldir!” A voice cut through his ecstasy like a knife cutting cake. “Oh, God,” Haldir muttered as he sunk down to Aragorn. “I must, go, but we’ll finish this soon.” “Who in the ninth gate is that?” Aragorn asked irritably. “My brother, something must’ve happened, but don’t think I’ll forget what just took place Aragorn, I’ll be back for more.” Haldir quickly tied up his pants and bounded so quickly away Aragorn felt as though he had just been dreaming. He had gotten what he desired, to taste the elf he obsessed, yet he was not content. He wanted more than a quick suck, more than a tease. Aragorn wanted to make love to Haldir, but Haldir didn’t seem the type, he teased with everyone, flirted with everyone. Who knows, maybe Haldir even did his brothers. He seemed the desperate type. And back in his tree where Haldir would be heading next there was a confused Legolas thinking the same things.