An Unlikely Lust
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Adult ++
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Chapter 15
Title: An Unlikely Lust (15/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil, Rumil/Legolas, Haldir/Celeborn
Warnings: AU, teasing, mild unwanted touching, graphic sex
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Thranduil wants to make his feelings known and help Haldir get over the object of his affections. And Orophin and Rumil have plans for knocking Legolas down a few pegs on the ego ladder.
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Several days later….
Orophin sat in the chair by the window, glancing back and forth from time to time between the window and his older brother. Haldir seemed slightly withdrawn, and Orophin was not sure how to go about freeing his worries.
“Haldir?”
“Hm?”
“Did you visit Rumil this morning?”
“Yes, I did. I am pleased with his state thus far.”
“As am I. He was walking around his talan when I saw him this morning. Slowly, but at least he was up and moving around.”
“Yes. He still needs the ointment put on his wounds several times a day. I am afraid of them opening up again, it could be very painful for him.”
“Aye. And he’s had enough pain these past few days.”
Haldir nodded his reply, keeping his head bent down over a book on his lap. Orophin stared at him for a long moment. “What is wrong, Haldir?”
He looked over at his younger brother, confusion showing on his face. “Nothing.”
“You are lying. I know that look. So just tell me.”
“Orophin, really, it is nothing you can help me with.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not. I’ve gotten good at helping these past few weeks.”
“Really? I haven’t noticed.”
Orophin snorted and glanced back out the window, watching several elflings below play. Haldir looked up.
“Well…”
“What?” Orophin turned to face him again.
“I… well… alright. I have something on my mind.”
“Do tell.”
“I… did something. Something I need to tell Rumil eventually. But I am unsure of how to do it.”
“Something bad?”
“Very.”
“What did you do?”
“That is between me and Rumil. But any advise on softening the blow would be greatly appreciated.”
“I cannot give much advice without knowing what I am advising.”
“Rest assured, Rumil is going to be angry.”
“Well. Tell him fast. You need to be the one to tell him what ever it is. Do not let him find out on his own.”
Haldir smiled. “Aye. It may be wise.”
“Yes. Probably. After all… Legolas is very upset with you.”
Haldir’s mouth dropped open. “How…”
“Please! You do not hide it very well, brother!”
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Rumil shuffled across his talan for what seemed like the millionth time. He was intent on healing fast, and would not allow his back to stiffen against his wounds. He was shocked at how much time he was taking to heal, and how sore he still was.
A faint tapping caught his attention. Stopping, he looked around, confused as to where it had come from. Hearing it a second time, he realized it was coming from the door. “Enter.”
The door slowly creaked open and he smiled when Haldir poked his head inside and smiled. “How are you, Penneth?”
“Stiff. And a bit sore still. How long is this going to take?”
“I am unsure. I have never had to heal from such wounds.”
“Aye. I guess not. I can probably write a book about this, you know.”
“Ah, yes, ‘The Art of Bondage and Punishment’ I assume.”
Rumil rolled his eyes. “Yes. ‘How to Tie up a Prince and Take an Arse Whooping.’”
Haldir shook his head and chuckled. “It would be a short book.”
Rumil crinkled his nose. Looking back at Haldir, he tilted his head. “Are you still standing in the doorway, Haldir? Come inside!”
He sighed, hesitating with his entrance. He did not want to tell his youngest brother what needed to be said. Stepping inside, he slowly shut the door behind himself and leaned against it.
“Rumil, please sit a moment. I have something to tell you.”
“Something bad, I see. Am I to finish my punishment?”
“No. As I told you, it is over. It is something… something I have done that I am not proud of. But I wish for you to hear it from me first. It appears word is spreading quickly and my time is running short.”
Rumil nodded and slowly lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, wincing quickly as his wounds stretched. He watched Haldir move to a chair close to the bed and plop down into it. He looked at his youngest brother and folded his hands on his lap. “I have… done something that I fear may anger you.”
“What?”
“The day before your punishment I… I had at Legolas.”
“What do you mean?”
“I bedded him, Rumil.”
He stared at his oldest brother for a moment, silence closing his throat over. Swallowing hard, he replied, “So it was true.”
“Someone told you?!”
“Legolas. Before my punishment. But I thought he was only trying to anger me.”
“Are you angry?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I am not angry. I am sure that will come later. I am just… hurt.”
“Rumil, please understand. It was not meant to get that far.”
“And what was your intention?”
“I wanted… I do not know. I guess I wanted some of my pride back. Maybe I wanted to hurt him in revenge.”
“Do not use me as an excuse, Haldir!”
“I am not.”
“But you are. You bedded him out of pure lust. You want him, you always have, since the day you met him! And he’s rejected your every advance. He finally shows some interest to add insult to my injury and you jump all over it!”
“Rumil, I…”
“No, you know what? I AM angry. Hurt and angry. I thought you were smarter than that, Haldir. I always looked up to you as the one to learn from, but it appears I was wrong to do that. Do you really believe he wanted you?”
“I believe he did at that moment, yes.”
“Then you are a fool, brother. He does not want you. He is an evil little brat who will do whatever he can to anger whoever he can. And you fell for it. He is trying to tear us apart. He is angry at you for bedding his adar, and angry at me for rejecting him. He managed to anger a lot of elves with one quick roll in the grass with you.”
“Rumil, please. It is not what you…”
“Haldir, I need my rest. Please leave.”
“But Rumil…”
“Please!”
Haldir frowned. He looked at his youngest brother’s face and noted the tears welling in his eyes beyond the curtain of anger. He knew the reaction would not be a good one, but he was not as ready for it as he had thought himself to be. Standing, he kept his eyes on Rumil’s. “I hope when day you can forgive me.”
“So do I, Haldir.”
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TBC…
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Haldir/Thranduil, Rumil/Legolas, Haldir/Celeborn
Warnings: AU, teasing, mild unwanted touching, graphic sex
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Thranduil wants to make his feelings known and help Haldir get over the object of his affections. And Orophin and Rumil have plans for knocking Legolas down a few pegs on the ego ladder.
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Several days later….
Orophin sat in the chair by the window, glancing back and forth from time to time between the window and his older brother. Haldir seemed slightly withdrawn, and Orophin was not sure how to go about freeing his worries.
“Haldir?”
“Hm?”
“Did you visit Rumil this morning?”
“Yes, I did. I am pleased with his state thus far.”
“As am I. He was walking around his talan when I saw him this morning. Slowly, but at least he was up and moving around.”
“Yes. He still needs the ointment put on his wounds several times a day. I am afraid of them opening up again, it could be very painful for him.”
“Aye. And he’s had enough pain these past few days.”
Haldir nodded his reply, keeping his head bent down over a book on his lap. Orophin stared at him for a long moment. “What is wrong, Haldir?”
He looked over at his younger brother, confusion showing on his face. “Nothing.”
“You are lying. I know that look. So just tell me.”
“Orophin, really, it is nothing you can help me with.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not. I’ve gotten good at helping these past few weeks.”
“Really? I haven’t noticed.”
Orophin snorted and glanced back out the window, watching several elflings below play. Haldir looked up.
“Well…”
“What?” Orophin turned to face him again.
“I… well… alright. I have something on my mind.”
“Do tell.”
“I… did something. Something I need to tell Rumil eventually. But I am unsure of how to do it.”
“Something bad?”
“Very.”
“What did you do?”
“That is between me and Rumil. But any advise on softening the blow would be greatly appreciated.”
“I cannot give much advice without knowing what I am advising.”
“Rest assured, Rumil is going to be angry.”
“Well. Tell him fast. You need to be the one to tell him what ever it is. Do not let him find out on his own.”
Haldir smiled. “Aye. It may be wise.”
“Yes. Probably. After all… Legolas is very upset with you.”
Haldir’s mouth dropped open. “How…”
“Please! You do not hide it very well, brother!”
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Rumil shuffled across his talan for what seemed like the millionth time. He was intent on healing fast, and would not allow his back to stiffen against his wounds. He was shocked at how much time he was taking to heal, and how sore he still was.
A faint tapping caught his attention. Stopping, he looked around, confused as to where it had come from. Hearing it a second time, he realized it was coming from the door. “Enter.”
The door slowly creaked open and he smiled when Haldir poked his head inside and smiled. “How are you, Penneth?”
“Stiff. And a bit sore still. How long is this going to take?”
“I am unsure. I have never had to heal from such wounds.”
“Aye. I guess not. I can probably write a book about this, you know.”
“Ah, yes, ‘The Art of Bondage and Punishment’ I assume.”
Rumil rolled his eyes. “Yes. ‘How to Tie up a Prince and Take an Arse Whooping.’”
Haldir shook his head and chuckled. “It would be a short book.”
Rumil crinkled his nose. Looking back at Haldir, he tilted his head. “Are you still standing in the doorway, Haldir? Come inside!”
He sighed, hesitating with his entrance. He did not want to tell his youngest brother what needed to be said. Stepping inside, he slowly shut the door behind himself and leaned against it.
“Rumil, please sit a moment. I have something to tell you.”
“Something bad, I see. Am I to finish my punishment?”
“No. As I told you, it is over. It is something… something I have done that I am not proud of. But I wish for you to hear it from me first. It appears word is spreading quickly and my time is running short.”
Rumil nodded and slowly lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, wincing quickly as his wounds stretched. He watched Haldir move to a chair close to the bed and plop down into it. He looked at his youngest brother and folded his hands on his lap. “I have… done something that I fear may anger you.”
“What?”
“The day before your punishment I… I had at Legolas.”
“What do you mean?”
“I bedded him, Rumil.”
He stared at his oldest brother for a moment, silence closing his throat over. Swallowing hard, he replied, “So it was true.”
“Someone told you?!”
“Legolas. Before my punishment. But I thought he was only trying to anger me.”
“Are you angry?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I am not angry. I am sure that will come later. I am just… hurt.”
“Rumil, please understand. It was not meant to get that far.”
“And what was your intention?”
“I wanted… I do not know. I guess I wanted some of my pride back. Maybe I wanted to hurt him in revenge.”
“Do not use me as an excuse, Haldir!”
“I am not.”
“But you are. You bedded him out of pure lust. You want him, you always have, since the day you met him! And he’s rejected your every advance. He finally shows some interest to add insult to my injury and you jump all over it!”
“Rumil, I…”
“No, you know what? I AM angry. Hurt and angry. I thought you were smarter than that, Haldir. I always looked up to you as the one to learn from, but it appears I was wrong to do that. Do you really believe he wanted you?”
“I believe he did at that moment, yes.”
“Then you are a fool, brother. He does not want you. He is an evil little brat who will do whatever he can to anger whoever he can. And you fell for it. He is trying to tear us apart. He is angry at you for bedding his adar, and angry at me for rejecting him. He managed to anger a lot of elves with one quick roll in the grass with you.”
“Rumil, please. It is not what you…”
“Haldir, I need my rest. Please leave.”
“But Rumil…”
“Please!”
Haldir frowned. He looked at his youngest brother’s face and noted the tears welling in his eyes beyond the curtain of anger. He knew the reaction would not be a good one, but he was not as ready for it as he had thought himself to be. Standing, he kept his eyes on Rumil’s. “I hope when day you can forgive me.”
“So do I, Haldir.”
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TBC…