The old ways

Thranduil found his son and his mate the next morning curled up tightly in their bed. Haldir had his arms around Legolas, holding him close. The fact that they were both still wearing most of their clothes told the King that nothing, except for a gentle making up, had happened. He sighed inwardly, knowing that both desperately needed some more intimate contact to overcome their doubts and uncertainties.

He left them sleeping, tiptoeing over to the room of the children and found Amanhír already wide awake, beaming at him from his crib. Thaurdae was still dozing and Thranduil picked up the younger twin and went to change his nappy and put some fresh clothes on him. Much to his surprise Amanhír seemed calm and didn’t squeal or raise his voice in complaint as he usually did when getting dressed again. No it was like he was deliberately quiet today. He smiled at the child and put him back into his bed. Gently the King roused the still sleeping Thaurdae and kissed him on his forehead as he blinked sleepily. After having tended to the older prince as well he picked up both children and tried to slip back out into the hallway. But just as he passed the bed with the sleeping parents, Amanhír cried out as he saw Haldir. Of course both fathers awoke immediately. Thranduil groaned but smiled at Legolas and Haldir.

Haldir sat up in the bed and reached out with his arms for his children. Legolas looked sceptically at his father but said nothing.

Holding his son Thaurdae in outstretched arms Haldir let himself fall backwards on the bed throwing his son up in the air ever so slightly. Thaurdae giggled and his eyes gleamed with joy. Legolas smiled while he held Amanhír in his arms and watched his husband playing with his son. A smile broadened on his face and a warm, tender felling spread within him.

Thranduil excused himself and slipped out of the room. Alright, he had to admit that his plan had failed. He had hoped that he could take the children with him and let his son and Haldir some more minutes in piece. Maybe another time.

Legolas and Haldir played with their sons for a few good hours enjoying the time together. All the time Legolas tried not to think of Haldir naked and willing, giving himself to the prince. He told himself over and over again that it would get better someday. That they would hold each other again in passion and desire. The night before, Legolas had stored Haldir’s present away in their wardrobe even before his husband had returned to their room. Leoglas still wasn’t sure what think of it.


The next days passed with ease and everything went back to its usual way. Haldir looked after the border guards of Ithilien and Legolas tended the children and the house. At times he loathed this kind of agreement but he didn’t want to leave his sons in the hands of others. Still he missed the daily exercises and the work with bow and sword. Promising himself that as soon as Thaurdae and Amanhír were a bit older he would start working with his weapons again, he went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the twins. On the other hand he would have to speak with Haldir about a few tasks that always had to be done in their own rooms. He wanted Haldir to help him with tho
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Ever since the twins had learned how to crawl across the floor, their toys were scattered throughout their own room as well as the bed room of their fathers. Until now it usually was Legolas who picked up everything and put it away. Sometimes Gimli helped him, but the dwarf wasn’t to happy with spending too much time in the bed room of his friend. He would talk to Haldir about this matter tonight. Well, maybe not right tonight, he didn’t want to spoil the evening. It wouldn’t hurt to wait for a few more days.

Carefully carrying the tray with the two bowls with the vegetable puree for the twins, Legolas returned to their rooms. Pushing the door open with his foot and circling around the door, Legolas hummed a small tune to himself and nearly dropped the tray as he saw Haldir standing in the middle of the twins bed room, bending low to pick up a few things that were laying on the floor.

How had Haldir known that Legolas wanted a bit more help? Had his father said something? But Legolas hadn’t talked to Thranduil about the problem. Still wondering about this, Legolas watched his husband, who still hadn’t noticed him so far and felt his insides melt.

The way Haldir’s legs stretched, the toned muscles of his backside and the firm arms that picked up the small toys. Legolas felt his blood pooling in his groin and suppressed a moan. Wanting to watch Haldir for a bit more, Legolas moved into the shadows of their bedroom and carefully sat the tray with the food down on the bed. His breath was already coming in shorter pants and his erection fought angrily against the tightness of his leggings. All reasonable thought had left him and without noticing had turned him into a mass of want and desire.

Haldir cradled some clothes and other stuff in his arms and moved over to the large chest of drawers at the far wall. He dropped everything on top of it and started sorting it out. Today he only wore a tight and rather short vest instead of the usually long and flowing ones and it gave Legolas the perfect view of the two round and firm mounds of Haldir’s backside. Overcome by his needs Legolas stealthily moved out of his corner and approached his husband, who was still oblivious to all other things except sorting out different pieces of clothing.

With flush cheeks Legolas snaked his arms around Haldir’s slim waist from behind and pressed himself close, rubbing his hot and engorged member against Haldir. The silver haired march warden froze for an instant and then all of a sudden groaned with pleasure. The feeling that washed over his body was intense and nearly robbed him of his breath.

Deft fingers immediately started unbuttoning the shirt Haldir was wearing and left him trembling with need. Twisting slightly the Lorien elf managed to turn around to face his ‘attacker’ and found his husband standing before him with a flushed face and wide eyes shining with untamed lust. While Legolas’ hands fumbled with Haldir’s shirt he lunged forward and claimed Haldir’s lips with his own in a passionate kiss. Without much hesitation their tongues met and caressed the soft caverns of the other’s mouth. Soon Haldir’s torso was undressed and his vest lay in a crumpled heap on the floor beside them.

Legolas’ slender but strong hands ghosted over the pale flesh downwards to the fastening of Haldir’s leggings, leaving a trail of love on their way. The prince felt his mate shiver in anticipation and withdrew a few inches to get better access to the offending cloth Haldir still wore. Fuelled by his need Haldir imitated Legolas movements and started prying the soft shirt his husband wore open. He sighed when his hands found the soft and creamy skin underneath, but had hardly time to enjoy it for suddenly his trousers were yanked down and Legolas dropped to his feet to get them off together with the soft suede shoes Haldir wore.

Instead of simply standing up again, Legolas nibbled, licked and bit his way up along Haldir’s long legs. He moistened every square inch of skin, his heightened senses clearly making out every crease, every curve on the way. Feeling the trembling muscles beneath his tongue send Legolas into a frenzy, making him groan loudly against the heated skin. Meanwhile Haldir’s unoccupied hands came to rest on his neglected member and on his chest, playing with one hard nipple. Legolas had reached the heavy, musky scented sack of his husband and snaked his tongue all around it, enjoying the rippling of the skin against his lips. His hands sneaked around Haldir’s knees and pushed them apart. Now Legolas’ tongue travelled away slightly, gently lapping at the velvety skin in the crease between thigh and hip. Haldir’s moans became more demanding and Legolas could feel Haldir’s hand moving faintly faster on the aching erection than before.

Haldir had his head thrown back as he found himself suddenly lifted off the ground and pushed onto the chest of drawers, his legs spread wide and then his body was pulled forward so that he hardly sat on the furniture anymore. He felt his legs being spread even further and lifted up by strong hands that had slipped underneath his knees. Legolas’ blond head moved in between the creamy thighs and let his tongue wander again. Gently it trailed downwards gliding over the sensitive skin of Haldir’s buttocks and every now and then dipped into the crease.

The prince enjoyed the feeling of utter control and having his husband at his mercy. The musky scent and his own arousal drove him mad with hunger and desire. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the knuckles of Haldir’s hand turning white, gripping the edge of the chest so hard that it must hurt. With a feral grin Legolas moved is tongue to his goal. Wetting the puckered skin generously with his saliva, he slowly but steadily pushed the slick muscle past the resistance of the guardian ring. Haldir’s body twitched in pleasure and a groan deep from within his body echoed off the walls of their bedroom.

Further and further Legolas worked his tongue into the velvety heat, his saliva slowly dripping down the crease between Haldir’s buttocks. Carefully letting go off Haldir’s leg with the right hand, the blond elf quickly undid his own leggings and fumbled a bit to push them down to his thighs. His member was rock hard by now and its head flaring. The pre cum, having already left a damp spot on his trousers, slowly ran in a clear streak down the tip of his arousal.

Knowing that he was nearing the edge faster than he wanted to, Legolas carefully moved into and upright position again, locking his eyes insly wly with those of his husband. Haldir’s words were barely audible but the panted breath carried the words to Legolas’ ears. “Take me!”

Haldir was holding his left leg up himself ever since Legolas’ right had let go off it and now the prince could use this to his advantage as he held his own erection firmly in his hand and guided it towards Haldir’s wetly glistening opening. Not being able to look anywhere else, Legolas watched mesmerized as the blunt tip of his member pushed its way inside Haldir’s body, spreading the muscle wide. Haldir’s moans became deeper more from the deepest parts of his body as he desperately tried not to push himself towards Legolas’ body, but instead craved every single second of this blissful feeling. The feeling of being breached, filled and taken.

Legolas threw his head back as he felt the moist heat gripping him firmly and the slight sucking as Haldir clenched his anal muscles with a smirk on his lips. Hardly giving the silver haired beauty beneath the time to accommodate, Legolas pulled nearly all the way out again, still watching how the strong muscle of Haldir’s entrance kept its tight grip on his slightly glistening member. With a small cry the prince of Mirkwood plunged back into the wanton heat and started to drive into Haldir again and again with reckless abandon. Haldir was howling with the raw feelings that were shooting through his body and his head hit the wall behind him with every sharp thrust of his love.

“Harder, please do me harder, my love.” Haldir panted and desperately tried to keep his balance since he had taken both hands off the wooden furniture and was now holding his knees as far up to his chest as he could.

Legolas head had dropped down and he held onto Haldir’s shoulder as he plummeted as hard as he could into the willing body. Sweat was gathering between his shoulder blades and started to trickle down his back, his leggings were still hanging somewhere around his ankles by now and was hindering his movements. But the only thing that Legolas really felt was Haldir’s body surrounding him, the nearly unbearable love that connected them and the mounting tension somewhere in his lower belly.

A few stray silver strands had sneaked their way into Haldir’s face and obstructed his view, as he watched intently every single motion on his husband’s face. Legolas eyes were wide open, the blue had become so dark that it seemed almost black and his lips were parted sucking in the direly needed air. A flush tainted the pale cheeks rosy and the hair at the forehead seemed darker with sweat. Haldir felt wave after wave of this strange sharp tingling sensation, each time Legolas’ engorged penis drove over his prostate, making him shudder. “Mae, melamin, saes… Come, my love, come with me…” Haldir’s voice was raspy.

“I love you, Haldir….” Legolas was only able to whisper as he let go off Haldir’s shoulder and placed one hand on his beloved’s hot and begging erection. His hand was shaking when he curled his fingers around it and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was all Haldir needed and he screamed out his release, spurting his pearly, white essence over his abdomen, his anal muscles rhythmically clenching around Legolas member.

The increasing tightness and the contractions around his arousal pushed Legolas immediately over the edge as well. His body twitched as he emptied himself deeply inside Haldir’s body and he could hardly keep himself from breaking down and sagging like a deadweight to the floor. He held onto his husband tightly and desperately tried to regain his breath.

Neither Legolas nor Haldir could tell whether they had stayed like this for a few seconds or an hour. It took quite a while until Legolas’ member had softened and slipped easily from Haldir’s body and both of them were able to breath normally again. Haldir whispered words of love and endearments into Legolas’ ears and tender kisses were exchanged.

Suddenly a small noise could be heard from the other room. A joyful squeal and faint gurgling sound, shortly followed by the crystal clear tinkle of a child’s rattle. Legolas’ shot up and the blush on his face increased enfold. “The children?” he asked quietly.

“They are in the next room. In their beds.” Haldir looked at his husband questioningly.

“They never made a sound. But they must have heard us!” Legolas exclaimed somewhat embarrassed.

“Yes, without a doubt. But obviously it didn’t bother them. Love, it is a natural thing. And I believe they should get used to it, as should we.” Haldir smiled at Legolas. “And I really love it when you get so aggressive. Why this sudden change of mind?” he had uttered the last question carefully, not wanting to upset Legolas but Haldir really wanted to know, since his fair husband had been most reluctant to make love for the last few months. He had always been worried about the children. Afraid they might hear them or see something.

Legolas looked down not wanting to Haldir in the eye and mumbled under his breath “When I saw you bending down and I watched those remarkable muscles of your ….. your backside ….. I …..”

Haldir laughed quietly and kissed Legolas soundly on the lips, before sitting up and sliding down from the misused furniture gathering his love in his arms.


t.b.c


ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO!! YAY!!

I am already sitting down plotting hte sequel. Haven't got a title yet, but I am working on it.

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