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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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4,133
Reviews:
6
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These are based on Tolkein's Lord of the Rings. I do not pretend to own them, nor do I make any money from these writings.
Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Haldir could tell by his breathing that Erestor was awake. The Noldo’s heart beat comfortingly against his ear as he lay with his head on Erestor’s chest.
Erestor’s hand stroked up from his back to toy with his hair. “You have become quite precious to me in the short time I’ve known you, warden Haldir.”
Haldir’s free hand slid up Erestor’s side and down the flat planes of his stomach in slow circles. “As you have to me,” he said.
“We are both needed in our respective realms.”
Haldir sighed and nodded.
“But with Celebrien coming to live in Imladris, I can see…visits being made,” Erestor continued.
Haldir raised his head to look into Erestor’s eyes. “I could come visit you.” He was not sure if he were stating that…or asking it.
Erestor nodded. “And I could visit you.” He stroked Haldir’s hair. “It will not be easy.”
Haldir shifted so he was lying atop his lover. “I am willing to take whatever I can get from you.” He kissed Erestor.
Erestor flipped them so that Haldir was beneath him and raised the Galadhrim’s knees up and out of the way. “I will try to give you all that you can take.”
Haldir’s head fell back against the pillow. “Yes…”
“Haldir! Haldir!” Orophin and Rumil’s voices grew louder as they entered Erestor’s talan. “Are you here brother?”
Haldir slumped into the mattress, closing his eyes in frustration. Little brothers were both a blessing and a curse. “The Valar…” he cleared his throat and tried again, “they said nothing against hanging kin by their ankles from the top of the highest mallorn for a couple of months,” he opened his eyes and looked up at Erestor, “did they?”
Erestor rolled to lie next to him, penis pointed proudly upward. “No,” he said contemplatively, “no I do not believe they ever did.”
“Haldir?” Rumil’s voice sounded hesitant, worried.
With a sigh and one last longing look at his lover’s body, Haldir rose and grabbed his dressing gown. “I’ll be right back. I hope.”
Dressing gown on and loosely tied, Haldir opened the door to the front room and strode through, partially closing it behind him. “What?” he barked at his two little brothers.
Both appeared relieved to see him and grinned.
“By the Valar, Haldir!” Rumil exclaimed. “Lord Celeborn told us you were all right and that Lord Erestor had forgiven you…”
“But it has been three days since anyone has seen you,” Orophin broke in.
“Has it?” Haldir frowned. There had been food delivered, but the days and nights had blurred as he had spent them in his lover’s arms, either making love or sleeping. Except for last night’s foray back to the baths…
“It is Wednesday, brother,” Rumil said.
Orophin added, “And you had told Thalavellas that you would attend the fighter practice for the new recruits, vacation or not.”
“So I did.” Haldir turned his head toward the bedroom behind him causing his dressing gown to slip slightly open.
Rumil’s eyes grew wide. “Are…are those bruises?”
Haldir did not look down at the myriad of love bites marking his chest and stomach. “No.”
Rumil blinked then turned scarlet to the tips of his hair. “Oh.”
Orophin smirked. “I see he forgave you…a lot. I…Lord Erestor!”
Haldir did not need his brothers snapping to attention and looks of near fear on their faces to tell him his lover was behind him. The warmth of Erestor’s glorious body and the lift of his heart told him. He turned around, his dressing gown slipping more.
Erestor slid his arms into the dressing gown to pull Haldir in close for a kiss. Cunningly designed robes notwithstanding, Haldir could feel the hard length of his lover against him. Erestor released his lips with a small sigh. “If you said you would be there…I will not keep you from your obligations. They are part of what has made you the wonderful elf you are.”
Haldir leaned against him, took in a deep breath filled with the delicious mingling of their two favorite scents and let it out slowly before straightening up again. “I will need to go to my talan to change into my work clothes and get my weapons.”
Erestor nodded and released him. He retied the sash on Haldir’s dressing gown and stepped back. “May I come watch?”
Behind him he could hear Orophin cough. “Uhm…”
“The practice,” Erestor’s deep voice rumbled with suppressed laughter.
“Yes! Yes of course,” Haldir said. “I would love to have you there!” He heard Orophin coughing again. “I mean…” He whirled around. “Orophin, knock that off!”
He felt Erestor kiss the side of his neck. “I will go put on something more appropriate then.”
The door closed behind him and he took a deep breath to refocus. “Rumil.”
His wide-eyed youngest brother snapped his eyes back from the door to Haldir’s face. “Yes?”
“Will you stay and escort Lord Erestor to the practice grounds? I want to have a word with our dirty minded brother.” He grabbed Orophin by the ear and shoved him toward the entrance.
Rumil swallowed heavily, as pale as his hair. “Of course.”
Haldir stopped next to him and smiled. “And Rumil?” He leaned forward and kissed his brother on the cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered.
With that he left.
*****
Thalavellas: Steady Strength
Note: Someone asked me to define Erestor's deep voice. Think Oded Fehr, from the Mummy and Resident Evil movies...another friend once said she would pay to hear him read from the phone book....oh, yeah...
Haldir could tell by his breathing that Erestor was awake. The Noldo’s heart beat comfortingly against his ear as he lay with his head on Erestor’s chest.
Erestor’s hand stroked up from his back to toy with his hair. “You have become quite precious to me in the short time I’ve known you, warden Haldir.”
Haldir’s free hand slid up Erestor’s side and down the flat planes of his stomach in slow circles. “As you have to me,” he said.
“We are both needed in our respective realms.”
Haldir sighed and nodded.
“But with Celebrien coming to live in Imladris, I can see…visits being made,” Erestor continued.
Haldir raised his head to look into Erestor’s eyes. “I could come visit you.” He was not sure if he were stating that…or asking it.
Erestor nodded. “And I could visit you.” He stroked Haldir’s hair. “It will not be easy.”
Haldir shifted so he was lying atop his lover. “I am willing to take whatever I can get from you.” He kissed Erestor.
Erestor flipped them so that Haldir was beneath him and raised the Galadhrim’s knees up and out of the way. “I will try to give you all that you can take.”
Haldir’s head fell back against the pillow. “Yes…”
“Haldir! Haldir!” Orophin and Rumil’s voices grew louder as they entered Erestor’s talan. “Are you here brother?”
Haldir slumped into the mattress, closing his eyes in frustration. Little brothers were both a blessing and a curse. “The Valar…” he cleared his throat and tried again, “they said nothing against hanging kin by their ankles from the top of the highest mallorn for a couple of months,” he opened his eyes and looked up at Erestor, “did they?”
Erestor rolled to lie next to him, penis pointed proudly upward. “No,” he said contemplatively, “no I do not believe they ever did.”
“Haldir?” Rumil’s voice sounded hesitant, worried.
With a sigh and one last longing look at his lover’s body, Haldir rose and grabbed his dressing gown. “I’ll be right back. I hope.”
Dressing gown on and loosely tied, Haldir opened the door to the front room and strode through, partially closing it behind him. “What?” he barked at his two little brothers.
Both appeared relieved to see him and grinned.
“By the Valar, Haldir!” Rumil exclaimed. “Lord Celeborn told us you were all right and that Lord Erestor had forgiven you…”
“But it has been three days since anyone has seen you,” Orophin broke in.
“Has it?” Haldir frowned. There had been food delivered, but the days and nights had blurred as he had spent them in his lover’s arms, either making love or sleeping. Except for last night’s foray back to the baths…
“It is Wednesday, brother,” Rumil said.
Orophin added, “And you had told Thalavellas that you would attend the fighter practice for the new recruits, vacation or not.”
“So I did.” Haldir turned his head toward the bedroom behind him causing his dressing gown to slip slightly open.
Rumil’s eyes grew wide. “Are…are those bruises?”
Haldir did not look down at the myriad of love bites marking his chest and stomach. “No.”
Rumil blinked then turned scarlet to the tips of his hair. “Oh.”
Orophin smirked. “I see he forgave you…a lot. I…Lord Erestor!”
Haldir did not need his brothers snapping to attention and looks of near fear on their faces to tell him his lover was behind him. The warmth of Erestor’s glorious body and the lift of his heart told him. He turned around, his dressing gown slipping more.
Erestor slid his arms into the dressing gown to pull Haldir in close for a kiss. Cunningly designed robes notwithstanding, Haldir could feel the hard length of his lover against him. Erestor released his lips with a small sigh. “If you said you would be there…I will not keep you from your obligations. They are part of what has made you the wonderful elf you are.”
Haldir leaned against him, took in a deep breath filled with the delicious mingling of their two favorite scents and let it out slowly before straightening up again. “I will need to go to my talan to change into my work clothes and get my weapons.”
Erestor nodded and released him. He retied the sash on Haldir’s dressing gown and stepped back. “May I come watch?”
Behind him he could hear Orophin cough. “Uhm…”
“The practice,” Erestor’s deep voice rumbled with suppressed laughter.
“Yes! Yes of course,” Haldir said. “I would love to have you there!” He heard Orophin coughing again. “I mean…” He whirled around. “Orophin, knock that off!”
He felt Erestor kiss the side of his neck. “I will go put on something more appropriate then.”
The door closed behind him and he took a deep breath to refocus. “Rumil.”
His wide-eyed youngest brother snapped his eyes back from the door to Haldir’s face. “Yes?”
“Will you stay and escort Lord Erestor to the practice grounds? I want to have a word with our dirty minded brother.” He grabbed Orophin by the ear and shoved him toward the entrance.
Rumil swallowed heavily, as pale as his hair. “Of course.”
Haldir stopped next to him and smiled. “And Rumil?” He leaned forward and kissed his brother on the cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered.
With that he left.
*****
Thalavellas: Steady Strength
Note: Someone asked me to define Erestor's deep voice. Think Oded Fehr, from the Mummy and Resident Evil movies...another friend once said she would pay to hear him read from the phone book....oh, yeah...