An Unlikely Lust

Disclaimer: I do not own these elves. They are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. I'm just playing with them for fun. No profit is being made or will ever be made.

He could hear the thunder rolling in off somewhere in the distance, yet Haldir did not flinch. Stretched out in the chair, his feet resting on the table, he left his mind go blank as he stared. But letting his mind go blank was a difficult task indeed.

Reaching out a hand, he grasped the wine glass on the window ledge and brought the sweet smelling liquid to his lips. He felt the wine slide down his throat and warm his empty belly. He’d been too busy the past few days, preparing the guard for the arrival of their guests. Somewhere he had forgotten to stop and breath.

That breath came, but in the form of a loud sigh. He thought back to the arrival of Thranduil and his son, Legolas. Many nights he spent having unmentionable dreams of Legolas, but never had he the courage to attempt the first steps to playing them out. Not until tonight. And on this night he realized that some dreams may be best kept to one’s self.

He kept playing the scene over in his mind, no matter how much he tried to pass it off to himself as nothing. But he kept seeing it. Orophin, knowing Haldir’s desire for the Mirkwood prince, had teased him slightly more than usual about his sudden lack of bravery. Wanting it to cease, he broke away from his brother and pushed through a crowd of elves. Legolas came into view faster than expected.

Dressed in the finest green robes, his hair braided beautifully and the loose parts flowing over his shoulders and back, he was by far the most radiant creature in the room. Haldir gulped hard before stepping forward. He smiled with no response from Legolas, but moved forward anyway.

Reaching out a hand, Haldir bowed his head lightly and asked, “May I have a dance?”

He watched as Legolas ran his eyes up and down the length of his body. After a moment of silence, Legolas let out a small chuckle. “I think not.” He put his empty glass in Haldir’s out stretched hand, turned, and walked off.

He blinked in disbelief for a moment, his first thoughts being of how rude the prince was. But his eyes shifted down to the empty glass resting in the hand he had offered him, and suddenly he felt crushed. Not wanting to let on his true feelings, he pushed back through the crowd, careful to avoid Orophin, and left the room, setting the glass down on the steps as he left.

And here he sat, trying to make himself believe it didn’t really happen, while at the same time trying to force his mind to wipe the image of Legolas out of itself.

Some time had passed, although he was unsure of how much, when he heard a light knock on his door. Assuming it was Orophin wanting to know where and why he gone, he raised his head. “Enter.”

The door slowly moved open, revealing a wave of blond hair and green robes. Haldir blinked and squinted.

“Hello, Haldir, may I come in?” a voice from inside the swirl of green asked.

He smiled and stood. “Of course, you are always welcome, Thranduil. What brings you to me this evening?”

“I wanted to apologize. I saw what transpired between you and my son. Sometimes I think Legolas thinks too much of himself.”

“It is alright, really,” Haldir lied.

“Mmm. You pass these things off as nothing, but I can see it in your eyes, Haldir. And I have known for a long time that you held a deep buried desire for my son. Tell me, what made you act on it tonight?”

Haldir could feel his face flush. “I… I do not know, really. Orophin was teasing me a bit, which does not more than teach me to never tell him my feelings.”

“This is true. There is nothing like family to make you feel more awkward than needed. May I sit?”

“Of course!” Haldir moved to reach for a chair, but Thranduil sat down on the bed instead.

“I have always felt,” he continued, “that feelings were best shared with those unrelated.”

“Oh?”

“Of course. If you share your feelings with a brother or parent, they feel almost obligated to react in some way, either by giving unwanted advise or by teasing, as I am sure you well know.”

“Aye, all too well.”

“However, if you share your feelings with a friend, especially one you do not see often… well, their reactions are more fit to the moment.”

“Are you asking me to spill my feelings?”

“In time. But I have come here with a reason in mind.”

“What is that?”

“To share feelings with a friend I see none too often.” He smiled at Haldir.
Haldir walked closer, choosing to sit on a bedside chair instead of next to Thranduil on the bed. He did not want to offend him in any way, only to listen.

“What feelings are these?”

“A few. Jealousy is one.”

“You are jealous? Of whom?”

“Well, there is one… I cannot say I feel love for him, but … lust may be an appropriate word. Only his feelings are not the same for me. He lusts after another in front of me.”

“Aye. A painful situation I myself have dealt with.”

“I am sure. Especially with Legolas, am I wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do not pretend to have not noticed his gazes towards your youngest brother, Rumil.“

“That I have, but I guess I denied it. But who makes you feel this way.”

Thranduil sighed. He spent a moment fumbling with his robes before looking back to Haldir, still watching him intently. He smiled at the elf in front of him, his curiosity and innocence to all of this so obvious.

“It is not easy to desire one who desires my son.”

Haldir’s mouth fell slightly open and his eyebrow raised. “Thranduil, I…”

“No, do not give me a speech or deny me my emotion. I felt a need to let my feelings be known, and with that I will take my leave.” Thranduil could feel his stomach swirling. It had been a long time since he’d been nervous like this in front of or because of someone else. He stood, feeling the swirl move to his head, but did not stop to let it pass. He could feel his cheeks flushing and wanted to be gone before this elf noticed. He turned and made for the door.

Haldir stood as well, his body moving faster than his mind when he reached out and took hold of the Thranduil’s robes. He stopped walking and slowly turned, looking down at the hand grasping him. Haldir’s mind caught up and forced his hand to release him. “Forgive me, I… it’s just… well… please, do not go.”

Thranduil’s eyes moved up to meet those of Haldir. The elf before him seemed to have softened a bit. He smiled again. “Haldir, I…”

“Shhh.” Haldir moved back a few steps and motioned for Thranduil to come back. Slowly, he stepped forward, walking towards the object of his affections.

“I do not want pity. I know where your desire lies.”

“My desire is mine and no longer lies with your son. He has made it clear that he does not want it.”

“He is a foolish child,” Thranduil breathed in a whisper. He could feel his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides beneath his robes. The swirl in is stomach had turned into all out butterflies now.

Haldir stepped forward to close the gap between him. They were so close they could feel each other’s breath on their faces. Thranduil found himself unable to pull his eyes up to look into Haldir’s. Why was he so nervous? He let out a nervous chuckle. “I feel like an elfling all over again.”

Smiling, Haldir gently place a hand under Thranduil’s chin and lightly lifted his head so their eyes met. “As do I.”

Thranduil could feel his face getting as hotter as Haldir moved in to him, touching his lips to his ever so softly, enough to ghost over his. Being cautious, Haldir ghosted him in hopes of Thranduil moving things forward.

He did. Thranduil leaned forward and pressed his lips to Haldir’s, tasting his lips for a moment before their tongues brushed together. He could feel the tingle in his spine. His son truly was a foolish elfling.

Their kiss became more passionate, each forgetting themselves and trying to gain control over the other. Thranduil brought his hands up to Haldir’s shoulders and pushed him back towards the bed. Haldir felt the backs of his knees strike the mattress, but Thranduil pushed further and they both collapsed onto it. They broke the kiss for air and looked into each other’s eyes.

Panting, Thranduil whispered, “We do not have to do this.”

“Aye,” Haldir panted back. “But what if I want to?”

Thranduil smiled again before taking Haldir’s mouth in another furiously passionate kiss. Hands roamed bodies, searching for clasps and fumbling with the ones they found. Thranduil pushed himself back up to his feet and quickly shed his clothing before helping Haldir out of his own. He looked down at the radiant creature sprawled on the bed before him and felt himself swell with need.

Haldir looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “What are waiting for?” he asked, wrapping his legs around Thranduil’s sides and pulling him back down on top of him.
He moaned as Thranduil nipped at his neck and ears, Haldir lacing his fingers through his hair. Feeling a hand on his hard member, he moaned louder and gripped his hair at the roots. Thranduil hissed with pain but kept up his pace.

Untangling his hands from Thranduil’s hair, Haldir put his hands on his shoulders. He had reached Haldir’s stomach and was licking his soft skin when he felt him pushing him away. He looked up to see Haldir trying to sit. Curiously, he stopped exploring the body beneath him and stood again.

Thranduil watched as Haldir slid off the bed, coming to his knees before him. He stroked the silver hair of the elf at his feet and cried out softly as he felt himself taken into his sweet mouth.

Haldir kept his pace in rhythm, slowing and speeding, taking him deep into his throat and teasing his head. He felt Thranduil stroking his hair as he moved and the moans escaping new lover helped to excite him further.

Finally, Haldir felt Thranduil struggling against him, pushing him away. “Aye, my beautiful one, you mean to spend me before I can enjoy your flesh.”

Haldir looked up at Thranduil as he helped him to his feet. Their lips met again as he gave in to the light push and fell to the mattress again. He moaned at feeling his lover’s weight against him, their cocks brushing together as their tongues danced some more.

Thranduil reached over to the table next to the bed and pulled open the door. He strained to feel around inside for something he could use to lubricate himself. Feeling a small glass bottle, he lifted it from the drawer. Oil. Perfect.

He undid the top and poured some into his hand. The smell of cloves reached his nose and he breathed the scent in deeply. Slowly he coated himself before slicking Haldir’s entrance, gently sliding a finger inside. Moans filled the air as he slid in a second finger and began to scissor them inside Haldir’s writhing body.

“Take me, Thranduil, I am well prepared! Take me!”

He smiled, enjoying the heat of his body as he removed his fingers. He positioned himself at Haldir’s opening, listening to his moans and his pleading to be taken.

Slowly he pushed himself in, but changed his mind on his pace at the last moment. He thrust into Haldir hard, hitting his sweet spot with little effort. Haldir cried out, a sound mixed with pain and exquisite pleasure.

He set his pace, moving in him slowly but hard, hitting him deep inside, his own excitement growing with each thrust and cry from his lover. Reaching down, he took Haldir’s swollen cock into his hand and matched the pace of his strokes with his thrusts.

It wasn’t long before he heard Haldir cry his name, spilling himself over Thranduil’s hand and his own stomach. Speeding his thrusts ever so slightly, it was only a moment later that Thranduil filled his new lover.

He collapsed on the bed beside him, lifting himself only slightly to take Haldir’s mouth to his once again. The kiss was more passionate than any before it.

Their lips parting, Haldir smiled. “Do you have one night stands often?”

“Never,” he grinned. “I will be here for some time, and hopefully I will be in your bed for most of it.”

“Do you think Legolas will become jealous that you are giving me all of your time?”

Thranduil laughed. “It would serve him right.”