The secret life

Part 14

Lorien, 1487 T.A.

The sunbeams fell through the foliage and let the leaves glow in a mellow green. Spring was again upon them. Legolas sat in the branches of a big Mallorn tree and watched the other guards taking their positions. Since his 160th begetting-day last year, he was allowed to accompany Haldir or Rumil at the border patrol, but of course only under the premise, that he would stay in the trees, no matter what. Still Legolas was grateful for this chance. For the first time in his life he didn’t feel like an elfling, that was to be protected, but as a warrior himself. After all his training with the Galadhrim, his skills with the bow were almost unrivaled and his sword fight had improved too. Glorfindel would be so proud of him...
Legolas glanced over to the tree, where Haldir sat in. The marchwarden’s eyes showed his concentration. Every gesture made it clear, that this elf was not one to take his duty lightly. During the time patroling together, Legolas had learned that Lorien was indeed the Galadhrims first duty.
Since their trip to the cave, Haldir had become a friend – maybe not as close as Rumil, but still a friend. But Legolas clearly felt, that this was not what he wanted from the handsome warrior. He was in love with Haldir, there was no use denying that. But Haldir had made it very clear, that he could never possibly fall in love again...
//And when I tell him, that I am the one he once loved?// That thought crossed Legolas’ mind again and again. But he never found the courage to do so. He wasn’t willing to risk the Galadhrims friendship, for which he in fact WAS grateful. And there was also the possibility, Haldir would feel betrayed and turned away from him completely... or maybe he would be disappointed, because back then Haldir fell in love with a little girl – not with a young warrior... NO, he couldn’t risk it – not now!
Legolas came back from his musings when he noticed movement in the tree next to him. The guard made signs with his hands, Legolas understood: someone had passed the borders of the Golden Wood, elves, on horses, about 10 persons. All warriors prepared their bows, until one of the guards shouted: “It’s okay, it’s Lord Glorfindel... and the twins!”
At hearing this, a smile spreaded on Legolas face. He jumped off the tree and run towards his Imladris friends.

Glorfindel dismounted from his horse and waited for the Galadhrim, that would certainly be soon there to greet him. But he wasn’t prepared for a blond whirlwind, running towards him and almost jumping in his arms. He lost his footing and, under the twins laughter, both, Legolas and Glorfindel landed on the ground.
“Legolas, daro, daro pen-neth... you are no longer a child. Tsk, tsk, tsk... now look at the mess you made of me!!!”
“Oh, Glorfindel, I have missed you so!”
“I’ve missed you too, peneth!” and he buried the Greenwood prince in a deep hug.
“So, pen-neth... help an old elf to stand up again, saes.” Legolas chuckled, got to his feet and pulled the seneschall up with him. Then he turned to greet the twins...
“Oh, Elladan, Elrohir... I’m so happy to see you again...”
“Come here little foster-brother.” Elladan said and his brother continued:
“We are happy too... my, you are a stunning young elf now, a real warrior, that’s for sure.” Legolas beamed at those words when he heard the marchwarden’s voice behind him:
“Yes, he came a long way since his first day in Lorien. He is a formidable archer now, I bet he could best both of you... Mae govannen, Lord Glorfindel, Lord Elladan, Lord Elrohir... It’s so great to have you here once again, the Lady will be pleased... if you would follow me now. I’ll take you to Caras Galadhon! Legolas, you will come with us.”
“Yeah, let us go...” Legolas said to the twins. “Oh your grandparents will be so glad to have you here... and someone else will be very happy too... Rumil!”
Elladan cringed at hearing this name, but apart from Elrohir, who took his twin’s hand in reassurance of his love, no one noticed.
“But now tell me, is there a particular reason for your visit?” Legolas asked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact there is” Elrohir stated. “We are here to take you home, back to Imladris.”

As they walked through the trees, Glorfindel took Legolas aside.
“Legolas, pen-neth... I.. I know the reason you have been brought here... I mean... Sarik! Oh pen-neth, I’m so sorry this happened to you. To think that I... I.. even gave him time off to be with you- I didn’t know! Argh, Legolas, can you forgive me?”
“You were not the only one who had been fooled by Sarik. I always thought him my friend. There’s nothing to forgive. Did you... I mean, was he punished?”
“Of course he was. He lost his rank as leader of the recruits and was placed on the long term patrol at the outermost sentry. I’m sorry he was not banned from the valley, but he did not... I mean... you agreed, so... our hands are bound, Legolas.”
“It’s alright. And does.. does everyone know the reason for his punishment?”
“You know, how quick rumors are spreading in Imladris. Yes, they know. Maybe this is the greater punishment for Sarik. None of the warriors wishes to have anything to do with him now, they are not even talking to him anymore.”

***

Five days, the Imladris party had stayed in Lorien now, tomorrow they would return home again. So this was Legolas last day in the Golden Wood, where he had spent the last 8 years. Though he was looking forward to return to his “second home” Imladris, he couldn’t deny being sad about leaving Lorien, he had found friends here.
In his honor there would be a feast tonight in the clearing near the river Celebrant, with singing and much wine and food.
Right now, Legolas was standing in his room, checking his pack a last time, when someone knocked.
“You may enter!” Legolas called, expecting it to be Rumil, but it was Haldir stepping inside.
“Legolas, do you have a minute? Or should I come back later?”
“No, come in... sit down. I’m done packing. I’m waiting for Rumil to help me with my hair for tonight’s celebration. Well, what can I do for you?”
Legolas smiled, his eyes shone like bright blue jewels – they took Haldir’s breath away. The marchwarden had to swallow the lump in his throat and force himself to stay calm.
“I wanted to say good bye, Legolas.”
“But, won’t you be at the party later...”
“I will be there, but you will be to occupied to notice, believe me.” Haldir chuckled.
“Well, what I wanted to say, Legolas, is... forgive me I behaved so arrogant against you at first. I should have seen what a remarkable young elf you were – still are. I do not have many fiends, but it is an honor for me to call you thus.”
“Oh Haldir – it’s the other way around. I feel honored to know you!”
“However... I... I have something for you!” And opened his closed fist and presented Legolas a small crystal.
“It’s a piece of those rock crystals in the cave – remember? I wanted you to have it, so you don’t forget me.”
“I could never possibly forget you. Thank you. But how did you manage to get it from down there?”
“Orophin let me down on a rope!”
“You are crazy, you know this!”
“Be safe Legolas... may Elbereth guard your way. I.. I will miss you!”
“And I you, Haldir.”
They embraced. Legolas closed his eyes and inhaled the Galadhrim’s scent. The moment lasted a little longer and Legolas felt Haldir’s hand stroking the small of his back. He opened the eyes and immediately drowned in the marchwarden’s dark blue gaze. His heartbeat quickened.
//He is going to kiss me now.// he thought.
It really seemed as though Haldir was lowering his head towards the younger elf, who could already feel hot the hot breath against his skin...
In this moment, the door flew open and a Rumil stormed in. As if they had been caught, Legolas and Haldir stepped apart.
“Oh, I’m sorry... Did I just interrupt something?”
“No, no Rumil...” his brother blushed and turned. “I was about to leave anyway.. I’ll see you at the feast, Legolas.” With that, Haldir left the room quickly.

Rumil couldn’t suppress a grin.
“Ok, Legolas, what has just happened here!”
“Nothing happened. And nothing ever will...”
“You sound as if you would regret that. Are you maybe interested in my brother?”
“That doesn’t matter now, does it. Haldir never showed any interest in me. There are enough other elves that warm his bed at night. And don’t forget I’m leaving tomorrow, so forget it... What about you... when do you confess your feelings to Elrohir?”
“Tonight. I cannot wait until we meet again. But I’m afraid... what if he rejects me?”
“Oh Rumil... I wish for your dreams to come true! Elrohir would be a fool rejecting you! Now, cheer up. Come and sit on the bed, I’m going to braid your hair and then you will help me with mine!”

***

Haldir had been right about the feast in the clearing. Legolas was all the time surrounded by warriors and other fellows, there would have been no time for private farewells. Everyone seemed to have a great time making merry, drinking wine and singing bawdy warrior songs. Legolas saw Haldir a little apart from the others, a bottle wine in hands... Galadriel and Celeborn had retired earlier – their speech had almost brought tears to Legolas eyes. Yes, he would definitely miss this place.

The twins sat together on a blanket in the grass when Rumil approached and cleared his throat.
“Ehm, saes, forgive me.. but... Elrohir, could- could I talk to you? In private? It won’t take long...”
Elladan’s eyes narrowed at hearing this. Elrohir smiled at him.
“I will be right back, muindor.”
The younger twin stood and Rumil led him away from the clearing. Elladan gazed nervously around until he couldn’t bear it any longer. He left his place and quickly followed them.

Rumil led Elrohir into the woods until he was sure, no one would see them.
“Elrohir... I , huh, where to start???”
“Why don’t you simply tell me, what weighs so heavy on your heart?”
“You noticed... oh, Elrohir I have... feelings for you. You are not only the most beautiful elf I know, but also intelligent and sensitive... not to forget a great warrior and healer. I know that you are above my rank, you are a Lord of Imladris and I’m a mere border guard... but I will work hard and maybe become a marchwarden like my brother and.. and... and... Elrohir, I love you.” The young Galadhrim stepped forward and placed a crushing kiss on the Peredhel’s lips and before Elrohir had a chance to react, there was his brothers voice shouting at him:
“ELROHIR! I should have known... “
“Elladan, let me explain this.”
“What is there to explain... I just SAW you kissing Rumil!”
“That’s not right, you saw Rumil kissing me!”
The elf in question was at a loss for words and near despair. Elrohir turned again towards him and spoke in a gentle voice:
“Rumil – I like you, really... but as a friend. See, my heart is not free to give.”
“You are in love with another? Who?”
But then, everything fell in place and realisation hit the Lorien elf. He sucked his breath.
“Elrohir, but he... he’s your brother!”
“Yes, Rumil that he is, my brother and my lover. We both didn’t asked for this to happen... but I love him with all my heart. We are soulmates, Rumil, and who am I to fight against a love so deep.”
Elladan’s features had softened at hearing his brothers words.
“Still you two are brothers. Valar, what did your adar say at that!”
“No one knows, Rumil – and if you really have feelings for me, then please keep our secret, mellon-nîn.”
“I won’t say a word, because I love you, Elrohir. But I cannot be your friend anymore, I’m sorry...” And Rumil turned and ran away.


***

Legolas saw Rumil running through the clearing and immediately knew what had happened. He rushed over to his distressed friend and drew him in a deep embrace...
“Oh Rumil, I’m so sorry... I really thought...”
“He has another, Legolas!”
“Who!”
“What does it matter now? He does not love me!”
“Oh, Rumil, is there anything I can do for you?”
“No, just leave me alone... I need some time on my own!” He turned and was about to leave, when his gaze came to rest on his older brother.
“If you really want to help me, Legolas, then see to Haldir... he had enough for tonight. Take him home, ok?”
“I will look after him, don’t worry!”

Haldir just downed another cup of wine... now he felt a little dizzy. But this was a party, wasn’t it? He grabbed another bottle, when Legolas stopped him.
“Haldir – I think you had enough. Would you accompany me home? I’m quite tired.”
Without any objections, Haldir nodded and together they walked towards their talan. Haldir swayed a little, that’s why Legolas placed his arm around the Galadhrims waist. Together they stumbled into Haldir’s room, where the marchwarden let himself fall onto the bed. Legolas wanted to leave, but Haldir hold him back.
“Legolas, wait. I don’t think I will get this chance ever again. So I must tell you now, that for me you are the most beautiful elf in arda. Your eyes... I think... Legolas, would you... let me... may I kiss you?”
Legolas knew he should say no, but he found he couldn’t. That was, what he had wished for all those years. So he nodded his permission to Haldir. The warrior immediately wrapped his arms around the young prince’s body and drew him near until their lips touched. At first it was a shy kiss, full of sensibilty and tenderness. Thousands of butterflies started to fly in Legolas stomach. Growing bolder, Haldir deepened the kiss and a heat as spreading all over in the younger elf’s body. He couldn’t help but whimper at the sensation, when the Galadhrim’s hand slit under his tunic and caressed the smooth skin on Legolas back. They were still kissing, when Haldirs hand wandered lower until he was at the waistband of Legolas leggins...
“Take this off, meleth...”
“What did you just call me?”
“Meleth... I think I fell in love with you... let me love you... please! Take this off!”
Legolas felt both overjoyed and terrified at the same time. But when Haldir kissed him again, all doubts fled from his mind. He fumbled at his waistband while Haldir undressed himself and then took a little vial from under his pillow. In the meantime, Legolas had managed to take his clothes off and now gazed nervously at Haldirs gorgeous, very naked and very aroused body.
“Saes... do not.. hurt me!” he wispered.
“I won’t!” was the answer. Then Greenwood prince felt Haldirs arms grabbing him and gently lowering him on the mattress. He felt the warrior’s soft lips kissing every inch of his body, warm breath against his skin. When Haldir began to touch his nibbles, Legolas writhed beneath him. And then Legolas felt a hand at his backside, wandering up and down the cleft, touching his little pink opening until the younger elves throat escaped a loud moan.
The marchwarden quickly oiled his fingers, a soft scent of almonds was flooding the air. He brought his fingers back to the younger elves hidden entrance and gently massaged the opening first, then entered the tight heat with just the tip of his finger and paused until Legolas had adjusted. Slowly he pushed the finger deeper inside, gently stretching his young lover. All senses fled from the prince’s mind, when Haldir entered a second finger and careful moved the digits in search of Legolas sweet spot. A cry of pleasure told him, he had found what he was looking for. He went on stretching his lover with three fingers now until Legolas begged him to end the sweet torture and to have him.
Haldir oiled his arousal and moved between Legolas legs, which he placed around his waist. Slowly he brought his shaft to the thight opening. He bent over to place another kiss at Legolas lips and at the same time, he gently breached the young elf. Legolas only felt a little discomfort, but that was gone as soon as the tip of Haldir’s member nudged his prostate. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good to him as Haldir slowly thrusting inside his thight channel. He couldn’t help but moan, cry out with pleasure and begging for more. Soon, Haldir felt his climax approaching and reached between their bodies. He curled his fingers around Legolas member and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. With Haldirs name on his lips Legolas came and spilled his hot seed over the marchwarden’s hand. Haldir reached completion the same moment inside his lovers body.

Carefully, he withdraw from Legolas body and lay on his back. Legolas cleaned himself with the edge of the sheet and then crawled in the marchwardens arm.
//I must tell him the truth now!// he thought, but he was too exhausted. It would have to wait until next morning. Feeling no longer able to keep his eyes open he whispered:
“I love you, Haldir” and then fell asleep.


***

When Haldir woke the next morning he felt a warm body curled against him. Slowly he turned his head just to see it was Legolas. At once yesterdays events came back to his mind.
//Valar! What have I done? He has not even reached his majority... Why did I lost control? How could this have happened.//
Carefully, as not to wake the young elf, he untangled their limbs and left the bed. He grabbed his clothes and took one more look at Legolas sleeping form.
//I’m sorry!// he thought and fled the talan, running in panic into the woods.

Translation:

pen-neth – little one
Mae govannen – welcome
adar – father
mellon – nîn – my friend
saes – please
meleth - love


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Haha, this was quick, wasn't it... ( oh, so proud of myself ^_^)

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Greetings,

Githoniel