The Jewel of Mirkwood

Chapter 110

Thranduil sat quietly in the middle of the bed watching as Haldir brushed his hair meticulously in front of the looking glass. Haldir had always been proud of his hair, the silken looks far more shinny than any of the other guards in Lorien. When they’d first become lovers Thranduil had teased Haldir about how pedantic he was with looking after his golden mane but now Thranduil merely admired the lock he he fingered his own with slight envy. As it was they had talked almost non-stop since their argument in the study both of them with a millennia of tales and adventures to the tell the other. Having been bluntly kicked out of the kitchen by the irate cook the two of them had retired to Thranduil’s chambers for the evening in high spirits and with a tray of left overs from the evening meal.

Now after having thoroughly devoured their meal and both had taken a well earned bath the two of them had fallen into an easy silence for the first time all evening. Haldir was smiling at Thranduil’s reflection behind him in the looking glass as he drew the silver comb through his hair once more before putting it carefully back next to its matching reed brush.

“Well what do you think, am I suitably attired and refreshed enough to grace the kings bed?” Haldir spun around on the little wooden milking stool in front of the looking glass and smiled questioningly back at Thranduil. The king was still swilling what remained of his wine in his goblet while fingering his own dark locks, almost oblivious to Haldir’s question as he stared admiringly at the march warden. “Thranduil? Did you at aere ere what I just said?” Amused by the king’s lack of focus Haldir cleared his throat a little louder and watched with a smile as Thranduil blushed deeply having realised he’d been caught gawking.

“My apologise Haldir, I was not listening what was it you said?” Thranduil drained the last of his wine and pushed the empty goblet onto the dresser beside the bed before reclining back against the plush pillows, which adorned the bed. Haldir shook his head in further amusement before he rose from the stool and wandered silently over to climb into bed beside Thranduil. Almost hesitantly Haldir allowed himself to lie down beside Thranduil, his head coming to rest on the kings chest while a stray hand fell softly upon the king’s stomach. Haldir smiled secretly as Thranduil wrapped his arm tenderly around Haldir’s shoulder, as they both got comfortable.

“It was nothing important my king, do not worry yourself over it.” Thranduil huffed a dissatisfied groan as Haldir again addressed him as king. There was one thing that Thranduil always insisted on when they were alone together, that Haldir never address Thranduil with his position. It was a sad reminder of who he was and Thranduil hated the way the words drowned his mood, even in the steamiest of situations.

“What have I told you about that word Haldir.” Thranduil managed a halfhearted attempt at mock annoyance, which only seemed to make Haldir giggle before the march warden reached up and easily smoothed out the frown creases along the king’s forehead. Haldir was the only lover Thranduil had ever let; get away with being so playful and cheeky while around him.

“Aye I remember Thranduil, but perhaps you would be more inclined to accept such a title if I was thus screaming it in ecstasy while you took me…” Thranduil forced his eyes closed and swallowed down a wanton groan of desire as Haldir leaned up and licked the outer shell of his pointed ear, the hand on his stomach having slipped beneath the night robe to begin caressing the warm skin it found beneath. Haldir laughed softly against Thranduil’s cheek as he watched the king try and fail at composing himself.

“You are still the tease I see Haldir.” Thranduil breathed out heavily as Haldir nuzzled into the crook of his neck and began nipping at the soft skin hidden just beneath the collar of the robe. “You have not changed a bit.” Thranduil gasped sharply as Haldir bit hard and sucked hard onto the now eed sed skin of Thranduil’s shoulder, Haldir’s mischievous hands having pulled the robe from the king’s shoulders.

“I resent that Thranduil. Can you not see that I have grownsidesiderably since our last intimate meeting?” Haldir sat up promptly from the king’s side to throw his leg over Thranduil’s waist so that he straddled the elder elf, his hands pressed flat against the open neckline of Thranduil’s robe. Thranduil swept a critical eye over Haldir’s body sitting above him before screwing his nose up in mock indifference, meant to annoy Haldir. The King’s expression did exactly what it was supposed to and Thranduil winced as Haldir slapped him playfully on the arm before most surprisingly shedding his robe to reveal his nakedness to the elf below him. “See you were not looking hard enough, I have grown up.” Thranduil stared blatantly at the pale creamy skin revealed to him his hands gravitating to the gentle curves of Haldir’s hips. Haldir smiled at Thranduil’s reaction to him and allowed the kings hands to gently explore his body as they stared at one another in silence.

”Aye you are still as beautiful as you were when I first laid eyes on you my love, but I can now see you entered the final stages of adulthood quite satisfactorily.” Thranduil licked his parched lips as he finally glanced down to where Haldir’s cock had begun to harden from the nest of blonde curls at its base. Haldir shivered under Thranduil’s gaze his cock twitching appreciatively of the dirty memories that Thranduil’s lustful gaze brought back to his mind.

“I have missed you.” The words were a mere whisper from Haldir’s lips as the marchwarden closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards before he took hold of Thranduil’s hand and brought it down from his hip to take a firm grip on Haldir’s blossoming erection.

“I have missed you too.” Falling back into a routine embedded within their minds Haldir began to rock his hips forward into Thranduil’s hand, the rhythm in perfect sync as both groaned, Thranduil at the sight of Haldir’s wanton body above him, and Haldir because of the tight familiar grip of Thranduil’s steady, sword hardened hand. It did not take long for Haldir to be fully swollen and weeping into Thranduil’s hand. It took nearly all of his self-resolve for the marchwarden to open his eyes and bat away the king’s hand. Thranduil bit his lip roughly as he watched Haldir lean down over him to press a deliciously wet kiss to his lips.

“I need you now, it’s been so long.” Haldir’s strained husky whisper mirrored Thranduil’s own needy desire and so he merely groaned in agreement, his hips involuntarily push up so that their slick cocks slid against one another. Thranduil whimpered at the loss of Haldir’s firm body above his own as the marchwarden got up from the bed and padded hastily over to the dresser, his thick filled cock slapping deliciously against his taunt stomach. Thranduil took the opportunity to discard his own annoying bed robe before he lay back against the cushions and began to stroke himself in readiness. Haldir could see in the reflection of the looking glass as Thranduil fisted himself his eyes fixed firmly on Haldir’s backside and shapely muscled body. For a moment the sight made Haldir forget what he was doing his own painfully hard cock just begging to be given the same treatment as Thranduil was giving himself over on the bed. Still Haldir mentally kicked himself into action and having searched through his discarded robes on the chair found the two small vials he carried with him everywhere. The first vial was still as cold as ice, it’s blue liquid the colour of the sky on a fresh morning. With a gentle hand Haldir uncorked the glass stopper from the first vial before gently putting two single drops of the liquid onto his tongue and swallowing. Re-corking the first bottle Haldir almost dropped it as he heard Thranduil’s wanton groan behind him on the bed. Glancing over his shoulder Haldir breathed out raggedly as he watched Thranduil lick two of his own fingers before slipping them both under his thighs and into his rear, so that Haldir could see them disappear within the puckered opening. Haldir let out a groan of his own as he grabbed the second vial and all but leapt back onto the bed.

Having felt the bed yield and Haldir settle himself back across his hips, Thranduil reluctantly removed his own fingers and let his thick member go free, as he opened his eyes to gaze lustfully up at Haldir.

“What took you so long, I might have come without you.” Haldir looked doubtfully down at the king knowing well that Thranduil was just teasing him.

“Just making sure we don’t give Legolas an unexpected little brother.” Thranduil looked seriously for a moment up at Haldir as if only just remembering Haldir’s ownt fot fooducoducing children. Haldir rolled his eyes dramatically but ignored the king’s cautious looks as he uncorked the second vial and liberally coated his own fingers in the sweet smelling oil. Thranduil’s serious gaze fell back to lustful wantonness as Haldir knelt up on his knees and reached down behind him with his two coated fingers. Thranduil went to intervene but Haldir pushed his hand away pointedly. “Just let me do it this time, I can’t wait for your teasing I need you in me.” Obediently Thranduil put his hands back on Haldir’s hips supporting the march warden’s weight as he coated and stretched himself. Almost too quickly it seemed Haldir had prepared himself and Thranduil looked a little doubtful as he watched Haldir coat his cock with the oil. He was sure that Haldir had not given himself time to adjust but there was little Thranduil could do as Haldir positioned himself above Thranduil’s straining erection.

All worry and emotion disappeared as Thranduil felt Haldir’s tight velvet heat sliding smoothly down onto him. Haldir groaned loudly as he finally settled fully onto Thranduil, the king’s thick cock filling him completely. It had been so long since Haldir had taken anyone as big as Thranduil was and the feeling was utterly delightful. The slight pain reminded him completely of his first time with Thranduil and as the memories of their first passion filled night together engulfed his mind Haldir began to ride his king. All pretences and inhibitions of the night filtered away to nothing as Haldir threw his head back in abandonment and set a demanding pace on Thranduil’s cock. Thranduil met each thrust of Haldir’s with an equally strong one of his own the slap of sweat slicked skin against skin creating a melody in between the lustful cries and guttural groans of pleasure. The fast hard pace left them both gasping for breath, neither of them lasting very long.

Thranduil was the first to come his hands tightening impossibly on Haldir’s waist, leaving crescent shaped finger marks on the flawless skin of his lover. With a hoarse shout Haldir felt Thranduil’s seed splashing into him, the wave of warmth spreading through-out his own body as Thranduil’s orgasm triggered his own. Crying out Thranduil’s name Haldir shot his creamy load over Thranduil’s stomach having not even been touched. Breathless Haldir collapsed on Thranduil’s chest ignoring the warm stickiness of their combined releases, running down his thighs and spreading on his chest. For along time the pair merely lay with one another listening to the others rapidly slowly breathing and the night sounds outside the window.

Haldir was glistening in sweat his clean hair now hanging in curly damp tendrils around his face as he lay with his eyes closed against Thranduil’s chest.

“Lle naa vanima Meleth nín. Amin mela le.” Thranduil’s voice wavered with fatigue ascontcontinued to recover from their lovemaking. Haldir smiled weakly and pressed a loving kiss against Thranduil’s glistening lips as he stared into the deep blue eyes, he had fallen in love with so many millennia ago.

“I love you too.” The reply was softly spoken and Thranduil smiled contentedly down at his lover curled protectively in his arms. Not caring for their sticky condition Thranduil pulled the blankets up from the side and covered them over.

“Shhh sleep and I will wake you in the morn.” With a kiss to the top of Haldir’s head Thranduil watched as Haldir’s gaze turned slowly vacant as the warden fell contently asleep. When he was sure that Haldir was asleep Thranduil too drifted slowly into slumber the image of his lover burned fully into his mind, so that his dreams for the first time in years were happy.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

(A/N) WElllllllllllllllllllllll now we've had the nice lovey dovey stuff I thought Imladris needed some hot steam elf sex so the next few chapters are devoted to fucking. And I promise this is the final update until the end of next week I am sooooooooooo behind in my assignments and the Creative Industries Department at UNi ain't gonna give me any more extensions. Sorry guys you'll just have to wait until my summer holls.